Lina's POV
I looked up.
Jasper stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark blue suit, radiating cold fury.
His eyes locked on mine—wounded, disbelieving.
My throat tightened. I cleared it. "I should go. I'm not staying for dinner. Goodbye."
"Lina." Jasper grabbed my wrist. His voice was rough. "Say it again."
"What?"
"What you just said. Say it again."
I could feel the confusion radiating off him. He didn't believe me. He couldn't believe I'd just calmly wished him a happy marriage with another woman. Part of me wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this was.
What did you expect, Jasper? That I'd cry? That I'd beg?
I pulled my hand free, stepping back. My voice was polite. Distant.
"Jasper, your fiancée is watching."
"She's not my fiancée. And don't call me th
