Jasmine's POV
His expression twisted with fury, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. The carefully cultivated charm he'd worn earlier had completely evaporated, revealing the cruel man I'd come to know so well. I scoffed. How typical.
"I'm not stupid, Jasmine. You think I can't tell when you're lying to me?"
"I'm not lying." I kept my voice level, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. "I went out with colleagues. We toured the city. That's it."
"Colleagues." He spat the word like it left a foul taste in his mouth. "And these 'colleagues' kept you so occupied you couldn't answer a single one of my calls? Couldn't send a text to let me know you were alive?"
"My phone was on silent. I didn't realize—"
"Bullshit!" His hand slammed
