Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,21
transpired at home earlier.
“I’m sick of it. She thinks she can dictate my life. Do you know what I go through to make sure my family stays together? What I’ve given up? This is bullshit! I’m tired of this happening. She can’t do this to me again.” He slammed items around on his desk while I stood watching him go off.
“James, maybe it’s time to start over fresh. Whatever is going on can be fixed. Leave her.”
“Start over? Are you kidding me? She’d leave me with nothing. No, this is just her way of keeping control of the situation. She’s done this before.”
“We all have to start somewhere. We could be together finally. We won’t have to hide.”
“Cammie, though I appreciate you trying to be supportive, I don’t need your immature ideas. They’ll only frustrate me more. It’s best if you go back to your dorm and give me space. I need to figure some things out.”
“Are we going to meet up later?”
He ran his hands through his hair and then finally covered his face. “I don’t know. Just wait for my call before you head over.”
When I attempted to kiss him goodbye he was almost rude. He rolled his eyes and pecked me on the cheek. “I love you, James.”
“Yeah, me too. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I tried not to cry when I left, but it was too difficult to control. Something was off. I’d never seen him overreact the way he was. Whatever his wife had done was obviously a big deal. It hurt that he wouldn’t let me in.
Chapter 10
Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, I arrived back at my dorm to find something taped to the outside of my door.
You can imagine my surprise when I was given notice to report to the dean immediately. The letter was addressed to me for everyone to see. I didn’t waste time trying to figure out what they could have wanted, since I was sure no one knew about my secret relationship with my teacher. I figured it had to have something to do with my scholarship.
Walking inside and spotting James' wife left me speechless. I gathered my composure and sat across from her with a smile on my face.
“Good afternoon.” I said promptly.
Her disturbed frown should have been a sign that something bad was about to happen, but it wasn’t until she slid a manila folder in my direction when I realized just how bad the situation had escalated. “Don’t good afternoon me, you little tramp. Nineteen years. That’s how long we’ve been married. Did you think someone like you could swoop in and take him away from me? You’re just a toy to him. Every once in a while he gets a new one. You mean nothing to James. None of you have.”
I was speechless, completely thrown a curve ball from left field without a glove to catch it. This woman was out for blood. She wanted to hurt me. What I didn’t know was how much of what she was saying was a lie.
I flipped through the folder, cringing when I realized exactly what it contained. Pictures of James and I were in compromising positions. There was a stack of them from different times and places. What stood out was how many of them showed the two of us coming and going from the house we’d been using to meet each other. What made me cringe in my seat where the ones he’d taken of me when we were alone. They’d been from his phone, which meant she not only had access to his gallery, but also his call history.
She’d obviously paid someone to follow us, and armed with enough proof to make a judge’s head spin, she was putting all her cards out on the table.
Now, I prided myself in being sharp, but this woman had something over me I couldn’t deny. I placed the pictures back in the folder before responding. “I’m not a toy to him. You’re wrong.”
“That’s what the last girl said, and the one before her. Honey, take my advice, walk away from this before it gets ugly, and it will get ugly. I have the power and means to take you down, and we both know that’s not what you want. Do us both a favor and make this easy. Break things off with James and pretend you were never involved.”
I needed leverage, something to hold over her head to prove our love was real, and