(Virginia’s POV)
My phone won't stop buzzing.
I stare at Morgan's name flashing across the screen, my thumb hovering over the answer button. Through the ICU window, I can see Jasper lying motionless on the bed, tubes and wires connecting him to machines that beep in steady rhythm.
He looks so pale. So broken.
Because of Scarlett.
No—because of me.
If I hadn’t told Scarlett about Jasper lying to her, if she hadn’t confronted him, he wouldn’t have chased her.
His serious condition leaves me drained, powerless, and for the first time ever, I question myself. What exactly am I pursuing? Because if it’s love, Jasper’s attitude has made it clear. I’ll never enter his heart.
Once, I believed Scarlett was the problem, that as long as I removed her, Jasper would be mine.
Now though, now I'
