Scarlett’s POV
He emerged from the throng like the counterweight I had been silently clinging to. Tall, poised, his eyes were hard as steel and burning with defense. He moved to my side, a silent claim, his hand brushing mine just enough for me to feel the reassurance of his presence.
“David,” he said, his tone calm but edged with iron, “you will not stand here and paint your daughter as a victim of me. Scarlett is not my prisoner. She is my wife.”
His words rang clear, steady, undeniable.
The crowd murmured, rippling like water under wind. Reporters surged forward, capturing every second, their cameras devouring the spectacle.
“And we are happy,” Jasper continued, his gaze unwavering. “Happily married. She is free to walk away from me at any moment. She stays because she chooses to.
