able to keep his dick in his pants, none of this would have happened. If that girl had had any sense of decency, she would have kept away from a married man well old enough to be her father.
No. That girl had tried to take what wasn’t hers. She’d gotten what she deserved.
Wallace should have killed her.
Wallace hadn’t realized what Jennifer had done for him. Jennifer had protected those she loved, and always would.
He’d been a decent husband and provider. He had been a great father to Reggie and to her nephew. All things she’d always vowed she’d wanted from the time she had been old enough to see those things. To feel the lack as a child.
He had been a cad when it came to fidelity.
After the first time, and the agonizing betrayal, she’d thought about confronting him. But she hadn’t. Jennifer had had hope that it had been a one-time thing.
The second bitch he’d been with had been far more devastating.
It hadn’t gotten any easier to forget that her husband hadn’t found her enough. She’d failed in that one area of her marriage. The marriage bed.
She’d shown him, though. Even if he hadn’t realized. She had had more than a dozen lovers in the last dozen years or so. In the last five, she’d had four lovers, three of them at the same time. That had taken some juggling.
But she had been determined.
If Wallace wasn’t satisfied with her, she wasn’t satisfied with him.
It was truth.
There were far better lovers out there than Wallace Reginald Henedy II.
Even if it had been his arms around her she’d wanted so much at first.
She’d felt so disgusting after the first time she’d broken her marriage vows.
It had gotten easier with time.
The lawyers droned on. Wallace’s was the best Jennifer’s money could afford. They’d amassed a great deal of money over the years. She hated to see it wasted like this.
It should go to Reggie. To his children, someday. She was determined—her son would marry, would give her grandchildren to love. God wasn’t going to take that away from her son. He wasn’t.
A hiss of air slipped through her teeth when the prosecutor read a statement from the Carringtons’ daughter. That little bitch was no better than her own slut of a mother. Wallace had had an affair with Darla Carrington, too, when her daughter was still in diapers. Darla had taken great pleasure in telling Jennifer all about it after they’d argued over something trivial all those years ago.
He really had gotten around.
The judge asked Detective MacNamara to stand. The judge, one so easily bought if one had the funds and the connections, asked for an update on the victim’s condition.
Victim, her ass. That girl wasn’t a victim—she had to know something. Something Wallace hadn’t wanted getting out.
It had to have something to do with whatever was in those journals.
Jennifer couldn’t help but think it stemmed from fifteen years ago. Maybe Wallace had told her about Miranda all those years ago.
Poor little nurses had always been his favorite type.
Jordan Carrington’s personal assistant had been a real slut. No doubt, he’d spilled his guts to that little whore nurse about what he’d done fifteen years ago, and Izzie MacNamara had turned on him. Seen that the information was worth something.
Blackmailed.
Wallace had had to shoot her, to keep her from revealing the truth. It was his rotten luck, his total incompetence, that had had him failing at the task.
He should have told her. Jennifer would have seen it taken care of more efficiently.
“She’s recovering. She’ll be released soon. It…we almost lost her. If she hadn’t been with two surgeons when it happened, she’d be dead,” MacNamara said, shooting a hate-filled glare at Wallace.
That flea-bag cop probably wanted to shove his fist down Wallace’s throat for this. He certainly looked strong and capable enough to do that. Fit.
Izzie MacNamara should be dead. Had Wallace been less incompetent, she would have been.
If they were all gone, she’d be able to make certain Reggie’s world was as right as she could make it now.
Reggie was going to lose his father to the prison system. Everyone knew that. That’s why they were there today. Her fingers wrapped around her son’s. He was so strong and stoic next to her.
Reggie definitely didn’t understand anything his father had done.
The defense attorney stood. Started to speak. Jennifer forced herself to focus, to make certain she was getting her money’s worth now.
Extenuating circumstances, they were saying. Because of his wife.
They were blaming