(Scarlett’s POV)
The air leaves my lungs in one sharp rush.
Jasper is in bed with Virginia curled against his naked chest. Her arm draped possessively across his body, his head tilted back against the pillows.
When she sees me, Virginia doesn't look surprised. She looks triumphant.
"Oh," she sits up slowly, the sheet falling away from her bare shoulders, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "You came."
I can't speak. Can't move. Can't think past the roaring in my ears. This is what I had always been afraid of. What I suspected all along between them but never dared to believe.
"I'm so sorry. I know how this must look. But Jasper... he begged me to stay. He said he couldn't bear for me to leave."
My hands clench into fists at my sides. The pain sharp and brutal and overwhelming.
