"What's wrong, Mom?" Caleb looked at her funnily as if she had something on her face when she exited her room and found him loitering in the hallway.
"Did you have a bad dream?" He appeared concerned, studying her face.
It was nothing like that, but the image of her husband out with another woman played continuously on her mind, keeping her awake all night.
It seemed he hadn't changed at all. One minute, he acted as if he was into her. Next, she found him in another woman's arms.
Classic Oliver.
As they said, once a cheater, always a cheater.
But why did it bother her that much? She should be used to this. After all, he was one of the most successful men in the world, in business and in the underworld.
Women would surely be buzzing around him. But the thought was not exactly comforting.
Was she jealous?
No, of course not. She just hated his gut. That was all.
