Scarlett’s POV
Deciding if I should open the door… if I should give him another chance to explain… if I could trust myself to hear him without breaking all over again.
I pressed my palm flat against the door. My breathing was uneven. My chest ached like it was bruised from the inside. My heart was tired, so incredibly tired of being tossed around like this. I had given Jasper my heart, slowly, carefully, like someone unwrapping glass, and it felt like he had let it fall.
But I didn’t move. I just stood there, paralyzed between rage and longing. I wanted answers. I wanted peace. I wanted to scream and ask him why he always had to make me question everything I was beginning to believe in.
And then I heard it. His voice again, lower this time. Hoarse. Raw.
“Scarlett, please… don’t do thi
