(Jasper’s POV)
I’ve known Scarlett for seven years. Seven years are long enough to understand a person’s character. And Scarlett…she is my wife.
The only person I ever shared a bed with.
I can be blind to anyone’s character. Anyone, because I don’t care about them enough to want to know them, to understand them as a person.
But Scarlett is the one person I can never get wrong.
So the only explanation is that the reports are fake.
The DNA results came back too fast. Even with expedited processing, it should take at least three days for the test results to come out.
And the financial records—they're too perfect.
Too damning.
No matter how one looked at it, it all screamed conspiracy.
I stumble up the stairs, my legs weak but my mind finally, brutally clear. In my bedroom, I go str
