(Virginia’s POV)
I stand behind the thick oak tree, my nails digging so deep into my palms that warm blood trickles between my fingers.
They look happy together. Like a perfect Christmas card family.
Jasper's arm around Scarlett's waist. The tender way he looks at her. And that brat – Lily – bounces between them like an annoying mosquito.
If it hadn’t been for her, things between Jasper and me wouldn’t have gotten this badly. I would’ve already gotten married to him, and we would’ve built a family together. The life Scarlett is living should’ve been my life, my happy ending.
The snow falls heavier, coating my expensive boots, but I barely notice it. All I can see is the life that should have been mine.
I should be the one walking through Christmas markets with Jasper. I should be the
