(Jasper’s POV)
The moment Scarlett's footsteps fade down the corridor, I let the smile drop from my face.
My head pounds like someone's taking a sledgehammer to my skull. The memories came back in fragments at first—scattered pieces of a puzzle I couldn't quite fit together. Then all at once, like a dam breaking.
The fight with Scarlett. The divorce papers. Virginia's manipulations. Four years of searching. The accident.
God, the accident.
I press the heels of my palms against my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. The doctors warned me about this—that the memories might return suddenly, violently. They weren't kidding.
But it's not the pain that's killing me right now. It's the guilt.
Despite everything I put her through in the past, Scarlett's been here every day since the accide
