(Scarlett's POV)
Jasper steps closer, and I tense, ready to pull Lily away. But he doesn't reach for her. Instead, he gently smooths down a strand of her hair.
The gesture is so tender, so careful, it makes me pause.
"This will never happen again," he says, his voice quiet but firm. His eyes meet mine over Lily's head. "I promise you, Scarlett. No one will take her without your permission again. Not them."
He pauses, and something raw flickers across his face.
"Not even me. If we do, you’re free to get a restraining order."
This isn't the Jasper I remember. The man I married would have demanded his rights, would have used his discovery to hurt me the way I hurt him.
But this Jasper—this man standing in front of me with patience and humility—is promising to seek my permission. To res
