(Jasper’s POV)
Early next morning, I stand outside Scarlett's building at seven in the morning, holding a paper bag of pastries from that expensive bakery downtown. My hands won't stop shaking.
I've negotiated million-dollar deals without breaking a sweat, but the thought of facing my wife has me sweating through my shirt like a nervous teenager.
I love her.
The thought hits me again, just as hard as it did last night. After years of telling myself what I felt was obligation, duty, gratitude—I finally understand. I'm in love with Scarlett Stone. Always have been.
And I have no idea how to tell her.
The elevator ride feels endless. Each floor that passes makes my heart pound harder. By the time I reach her door, I'm practically hyperventilating.
Just knock. Say you're here to check o
