SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY
Joyce spoke up as her eyes moved from
Sara to Dane. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Oh, no, Momma. Not at all." Sara walked
over to her and gave her a warm hug. "Dane and I were just discussing
Naomi and what we should do about her and the baby."
"I see." Joyce walked further into the room, her
eyes firmly locked on Dane. "And what have you decided?"
"We've decided that we're not given that girl one
penny!" Dane spoke up sternly. "She's trying to scam Sara out of
all her money. I'm certain of it!"
"Now, Dane, darling, I think you're being a little
harsh." Joyce never once moved her eyes away from him. "If
anyone has a reason not to trust Naomi, I believe it's me. After all, she
did have an affair with my husband and bore him a child."
"So, you're saying that you believe that girl's wild
story?" He meet her stern stare with a look just as severe. He
knew exactly what kind of game she was playing.
"I'm inclined to believe that it's true, yes."
She turned away from him so that she could address her daughter.
"Sara, you're certain of it too, now, aren't you?"
"Actually, yes, I am," Sara nodded. "And I
don't see how we can, in good conscience, deny her or her baby something that's
"We don't owe her a damn thing!" Dane's hands
balled up into tight fists.
"Sara, dear," Joyce spoke up softly, "maybe I can
convince him that this is the right thing to do." She turned and shot
Dane a strong and angry look, unseen by her daughter. "Maybe if you
just give us a few minutes alone...."
"Okay," she nodded before turning to look at her
husband. "Please, Dane. This is the right thing to do."
As soon as Sara had walked out of the library, closing the doors
behind her, Joyce spun around to face Dane, an enraged fire in her eyes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped
angrily. "You're supposed to convince her to set up that trust fund,
not talk her out of it!"
"I don't think this is a good idea," he muttered in
response as he tried to act nonchalant about the entire thing. "I'm
not sure that convincing Sara to give up a chunk of her inheritance is going to
be beneficial to either of us."
"What?" Joyce's eyes grew wide with
disbelief. "You can't mean that!"
"I most certainly do."
"And here I thought you were a man," she laughed
wickedly. "I thought you were a person who took control of his own
destiny and didn't bow down to anyone -- least of all, not your wife."
Dane stood in silence as his jaw tightened.
"Besides. We had a deal!" she reminded.
"I convinced Sara to drop out of school -- to stay at home and be a proper
and respectable wife. I thought that you agreed with me that as long as
she had a controlling share of your inheritance, you would constantly be at the
beck and call of whatever whim she might have."
"Sara's not like that!" he spoke up suddenly.
"She's never been the type of girl to hold something like that over my
"But she is the type of girl who'd blackmail you into a
marriage that you didn't want?"
He couldn't say anything. He knew she had a point.
However, even so, that didn't matter.
"Dane, it's time someone taught Sara a lesson."
Joyce's features grew softer and more pleading as she decided to try a different
approach. "She forced you into a marriage you didn't want and then
she cheated on you with my husband so that she could get
her hands on his money."
"I'm...I'm not so sure I believe that anymore," he
muttered softly. "No matter what faults Sara might have, she's always
been loyal to me."
"You're a fool!" she snapped, again growing
angry. "You're a damned fool!" Feeling that her emotions
were starting to get out of control, Joyce took several long breaths to calm
herself before speaking again. "She's making a fool out of you,
Dane. It's clear that she has all the control in your marriage. She
forced you to marry her which caused your father to disinherit you and then she
cheated on you with my husband so that she could get all of the money she didn't
get when she married you. She took away everything that you had and then
gave a little bit of it back, but gave herself more so that you'd be dependent
on her! She's got you wrapped around her little finger and she controls
every move you make!"
one controls me!" Dane barked. "I'm my own man and I make my own
decisions. I do as I damn well please, Sara or no Sara."
sure you do." Joyce smiled slyly as if she knew much more than she
was willing to let on. "So, Dane, what is it? Are you going to
remain Sara's little lap dog, bowing to her every whim, or are you going to be a
man and teach her a lesson? What are you going to do Dane? The
choice is yours."