Jasper’s POV
The night in the hospital stretched like an endless corridor with no doors.
I sat there, gripping Scarlett’s hand as though my strength alone could tether her to this world. The monitor’s rhythmic beeping had steadied, but every faint stutter or lag felt like a blade slicing into me.
My mind was a battlefield of contradictions.
Part of me wanted to storm out and tear David limb from limb for everything he had orchestrated. For putting Scarlett in harm’s way. For forcing us into hiding like criminals. For daring to use my family name, my wealth, my profession against me.
But another part of me, the part that kept my body glued to this chair, knew that none of it mattered if I lost her.
What good was justice, revenge, money, or pride if Scarlett was gone?
I stared at her
