Jasper’s POV
She raised a hand, sharp, commanding, final.
But this wasn’t the trembling hand of someone overwhelmed. No, her hand cut through the space between us like a blade, silencing me with the weight of everything I’d shattered.
Her eyes, once so full of light, were blazing now. Not with hurt. With fury.
The kind of fury that made the air in the room feel colder.
“You don’t get to speak,” she hissed, voice low and trembling with restraint. “You don’t get to say a damn word.”
My throat tightened. “Scarlett…”
“I said shut up!” she roared. The security guards flinched behind me. Miriam froze in the doorway, her hand on the wall. But Scarlett didn’t waver. Her body was trembling, fists clenched at her sides like she was holding back an earthquake.
Weeks. Weeks I had searched for
