“I’m going to tell the world who you really are, and then I’m going to leave you. “You bastard!” she spat, her voice shaking with suppressed rage. “When you come back from Scotland, I won’t be here!” she threatened.

“He’s all you care about-” Without bothering to deny it, her husband walked toward the door, and Melissa’s anger ignited. I’m leaving for Scotland within the hour.” Jamie is too little to understand what a bitch you are, and he misses you when you’re gone. “Before you leave, go in and say good night to our son. His icy voice was edged with implacable authority. Turning on his heel, he started from the room, then stopped. “He’s right.” Jason Fielding’s sardonic gaze swept over her lovely face with its alabaster skin, slightly tilted green eyes, and full red lips, then dropped to her voluptuous breasts trembling invitingly above the plunging neckline of her scarlet velvet gown. “He thinks I’m beautiful,” Melissa taunted, her voice beginning to shake with pent-up loathing.

“No doubt he doesn’t want to be troubled with too many fasteners when he takes it off you,” her husband returned sarcastically. He specifically asked me to wear it to the ball tonight.” “This gown is the height of fashion.” Haughtily she added, “Baron Lacroix likes it very well. “What would you know about vulgarity?” Melissa Fielding retorted contemptuously. “Isn’t your display of flesh and jewels a little vulgar for a woman who hopes to masquerade as a grand lady?” Her husband’s face tightened with distaste as he looked at the necklaces of glittering rubies and magnificent emeralds already spread across her swelling breasts above the daring bodice of her gown. A nervous tremor shook her hand and her smile was overly bright as she removed a spectacular diamond choker from a case and held it out to him. Her gaze slid warily over his tall, rugged frame as he came toward her then she returned her attention to the open jewel cases spread out before her. “Oh, there you are, Jason,” the raven-haired beauty said to her husband’s reflection in the mirror above her dressing table.

Once and always by judith mcnaught