Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 155: Chapter 155

They had known each other for years, and in all that time, Kendall could hardly remember Jaxon ever defending someone so fiercely.
And for something as serious as a prison sentence? He was actually taking Sally's side.
"Jaxon, Sally is your nephew's wife. They aren't even divorced yet!" Kendall's eyes went cold as she stared at him. "Don't you think you're crossing a major line here? Is there something going on between you two?"
Jaxon had expected the question, but hearing it out loud still made him flinch.
"And what if there is?" he retorted, his voice dangerously low. "What if there isn't? Either way, it has nothing to do with you."
A muscle in his jaw twitched with irritation.
Kendall's hand, resting on her lap, clenched into a fist. A bitter feeling of injustice spread through her.
"Jaxon, I've made my feelings pretty damn obvious," she said, her voice strained. "Are you really that blind, or are you just pretending not to see?"
Jaxon's eyelashes fluttered again.
It was no secret that Kendall had been in love with him for years. Everyone in their circle knew it.
He just never thought that after all this time, even after she'd been married, she'd still be holding on.
When he remained silent, Kendall suddenly leaned closer, placing her hand on his thigh.
Jaxon's eyes shot down to her hand. His first instinct was to pull away, and he shifted his legs, causing her hand to fall into the empty space between them.
The rejection only intensified her feeling of desperation.
Kendall moved fast, bracing her hands on the back of the couch before swinging one leg over his and settling herself directly onto his lap.
The position was intensely intimate.
Jaxon was so stunned by her sudden, bold move that his eyes widened in shock.
At that exact moment, he heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching the open doorway.
From Kendall's vantage point, she had a clear view of who was coming.
The first thing she saw was Sally's long legs.
A wild, reckless idea sparked in Kendall's mind.
She leaned in fast, aiming for his lips.
Jaxon instinctively turned his head toward the door.
Just as he did, Sally pushed the door fully open, only to be confronted with a scene that made her freeze.
Kendall was sitting on Jaxon's lap, her hands wrapped around his neck, her lips pressed against his cheek.
Jaxon's gaze snapped over to meet Sally's, his expression a mask of pure shock at her sudden return.
Sally's hand, still on the doorknob, began to tremble. In that one, gut-wrenching moment, all her unspoken questions were answered.
She had been waiting in the car with Lillian, but when Jaxon didn't come down, she'd grown worried that he and Kendall were fighting.
She had told the driver to watch Lillian while she went up to check on him.
She never, ever expected to walk in on this.
Shock and disbelief crashed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to pull her under.
Sally's hand fell from the doorknob. Without a second thought, she spun around and walked back to the elevator.
A sharp pain bloomed in her chest.
She hadn't loved Brad in years; his affair with Lena had long lost its power to hurt her.
But this, seeing Jaxon with Kendall, was an agonizing ache she hadn't felt in a long, long time.
'Oh God,' she thought, the realization hitting her like a punch to the gut. 'Am I falling in love with him?'
Back in the apartment, the second Sally was out of sight, Jaxon stubbed out his cigarette on the floor.
He shoved Kendall off him without a second thought, sending her tumbling onto the couch cushions. He scrambled to his feet and strode toward the door.
Kendall caught herself just before she hit the floor.
"Jaxon! Stop right there!" she screamed at his retreating back.
But Jaxon didn't even pause. He walked out without a single glance back, his determination absolute.
A wave of grief washed over her as Kendall watched him disappear. There was nothing she could do.
He had never truly accepted her, not even before he had feelings for someone else. Now that he did, why would he ever stop for her?
A cold, bitter smile touched her lips. It was all so laughable.
But the smile quickly faded.
If she couldn't have him, she would make damn sure Sally couldn't either.
Jaxon jabbed the elevator button and saw that the adjacent car was already descending. His own was still stuck on a lower floor.
Frantic, he abandoned the elevator and bolted for the stairs.
When Sally reached the ground floor, she hurried to the waiting Maybach.
She pulled open the back door and gently tugged Lillian out. "Lillian, let's go home."
"But what about Jaxon? Aren't we waiting for him?" Lillian asked, looking up at her with confused, curious eyes.
Sally fought to keep her voice steady, swallowing the pain in her throat. "He has something else to do. We'll go home first."
The driver started to say something, but before he could get a word out, Sally had already shut the car door.
She quickly led Lillian away from the building and hailed a cab on the street, bundling them inside and driving off without looking back.
When Jaxon burst out of the building, he ran to the Maybach and yanked open the back door to find it empty.
"Where are they?" he demanded, panting, from the driver.
The driver looked surprised to see the ever-composed Jaxon so flustered.
It was the first time he'd ever seen him in such a panic.
"I'm not sure, sir," the driver replied. "Mrs. Zale just said you had other business and left with Lillian."
Hearing they were gone, Jaxon's hand tightened on the door handle.
He slammed the door shut and immediately dialed Sally's number.
The first call went unanswered.
The second went straight to voicemail. She had turned off her phone.
A wave of raw frustration washed over him.
'She must have misunderstood,' he thought.
How could she not, after what she saw?
Jaxon desperately wanted to explain, but Sally wasn't giving him the chance.
Jaxon jumped into the car, his voice low and strained. "Go to Sally's clinic. Now!"