By the time Spencer rushed into the hospital, Jasmine was propped up in bed, perfectly fine. There was only a small scrape on her cheek, and the doctor had said it was nothing serious.
He should have been relieved. Instead, an irritation he couldn't explain kept rising in his chest.
Jasmine noticed he was distracted and looked up at him. "Spencer, when exactly are you going to divorce Carmen?"
Spencer frowned. He had once had feelings for Jasmine, but he had never had any intention of divorcing Carmen. "Don't get the wrong idea. I only asked you to help her with a makeover, to make her prettier and more confident. There's nothing wrong with our marriage."
Jasmine's face fell. "You still haven't brought it up? Be honest with yourself. The day I came back to Casterholm, you changed your
