The conversation between Donald and Owen in the study cut through Jasmine's heart like a blunt knife dipped in ice, laying the rawest, bloodiest truth right in front of her.
She didn't push the door open or make a single sound. She just held onto the cold wall and backed away little by little.
Every step she took with her right leg sent a sharp, piercing pain through her. She fled back to her bedroom, stumbling and barely holding herself together, collapsing onto their wedding bed as if all her strength had left her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her contacts for a long time until she found the number saved under "Jasper." Then she hovered her thumb over the call button, trembling for half a minute, before finally pressing it.
Jasper Grant was her cousin, a distant
