Christopher's POV
I stared at my phone, jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Three missed calls. Four unanswered texts. Jasmine hadn't responded to a single one.
Answer me, damn it.
I kept sending different texts, but she didn't reply to any. My thumb hovered over the call button before I tossed the phone onto my desk with more force than necessary.
She was stalling. Deliberately.
The marriage was done. The blood bond sealed. She had no reason to avoid me now except pure stubbornness, and I didn't have time for her games.
Not when my mother's condition deteriorated by the day.
The hospital had called again this morning. Her vitals were weakening. The disease was progressing faster than anyone anticipated, eating away at her sight, her face, her very life. They'd given me another updat
