(Scarlett’s POV)
I stare at the ceiling, my body tangled in the bedsheets, heart racing from dreams that felt more real than waking life. The taste of hot chocolate lingers on my tongue, phantom warmth from Jasper's fingers still burning against my throat.
Why am I dreaming about him? Why now, when I've finally moved on, when I've finally built a life that doesn't revolve around waiting for scraps of his attention?
The questions spiral through my mind like poison, each one sharper than the last. My chest tightens until I can barely breathe.
Three years. Three years of marriage where I was nothing more than a ghost haunting my own home. Where Virginia's smallest whimper could send him running, but my tears were met with cold indifference.
"You're being dramatic, Scarlett." His voice ec
