Christopher's POV
The drive home passed in a blur of half-formed thoughts. My hands gripped the steering wheel tight enough to hurt.
What the hell just happened?
Jasmine had never spoken to me like that. Never challenged me so directly. Never walked away while I was still talking.
The Jasmine I knew apologized when I raised my voice. Backed down when I pushed. Accepted whatever scraps of affection I threw her way with pathetic gratitude.
This woman tonight? I barely recognized her.
I pulled into my driveway harder than necessary, tires squealing against concrete. The garage door opener took three tries before my shaking hands could press it properly.
Inside, the house felt suffocating. I paced through the foyer while my mind churned.
She couldn't be serious. About the resignation,
