(Jasper’s POV)


    “Did you see how she looked at him? I’m sure. They must’ve already slept together


    I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white against the leather. The image of Scalenughing with Dorian burns behind my eyes. That dress. That smile. The way the let him touch her


    “They look perfect together.” Virginia continues, oblivious to the fact that each wording out of her moun is twisting the knife deeper. No, she’s not oblivious


    She’s doing it on purpose.


    “Rich, sessful, no messy history between them.”


    I can’t breathe. Can’t think past the roaring in my ears.


    “Jasper? Are you listening to me?”


    “No,” I finally snap. “So can you please shut your mouth?”


    She falls silent for the rest of the ride. When I pull up to the curb, she hesitates only for a second before


    getting out.


    “There’s no point in obsessing over her. She’s moved on, and it’s about time you did too.”


    I close my eyes, breathing hard. Hearing it out loud hurts in a way I’m not prepared to handle.


    When I don’t respond, she ms the door, and I’m alone with the silence and the memories I can’t escape.


    I drive home on autopilot, my mind reying every moment from tonight.


    Virginia is right. Scarlett is happy without me. I should forget about her and move on with my life as well.


    The house is dark when I pull into the driveway. Which is nothing new<i>. </i>Since she left, I’ve beening home to a dark house. No one to wait up for me, <i>no </i>one to cook for me, no one to apany me while Ipletedst minute paperworks on newpany products.


    I pour myself three fingers of whiskey and sit in my office, staring at the wedding photo on my desk. Scarlett


    in her white dress, her smile radiant as she looked at me.


    I was her mistake.


    The words echo in my head over and over again, until I want to hurl the ss against the wall. The urge to break something, anything, to match the destruction inside my chest makes me breath hard and long.


    So, I drink. And remember. And hate myself for letting the best thing in my life slip away.


    (Scarlett’s POV)


    The next evening, I’m locking up the bakery when a shadow falls across the ss door.


    “We need to talk.”


    I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Jasper. His voice still does things to my heart that I refuse to acknowledge.


    “I have nothing to say to you.” I keep my back to him, fumbling with the keys. My hands are shaking and I <b>hate </b>that he can still make me this nervous.


    “Scarlett.”


    The way he says my name – low and rough- makes me freeze. Before I can react, his hands are on my shoulders, spinning me around. The keys tter to the ground.


    “Jasper, what are you-”


    His mouth crashes on mine.


    His lips are warm and familiar, tasting like coffee and vani. My body remembers this. Remembers him. Every nerve ending lights up like a torch.


    Then reality ms back. Anger, hot and fiery, rages through me.


    I shove him away, my palm connecting with his cheek in a sharp c***k that echoes off the empty street.


    “Have you lost your mind?”


    He doesn’t flinch. Just stares at me with those dark eyes burning with fiery emotions I can’t name. Once, those eyes used to make me melt. Now they just terrify me.


    “What were you doing at the residentialplex yesterday?”


    My heart stops. “What?”


    “You heard me.” His voice is ice cold now. “What were you doing there?”


    “How do you even-“I bend to pick up my keys, needing something to do with my hands. “Are you following


    me?”


    “Answer the question.”


    “It’s none of your business.” I snap. “We’re getting divorced, remember? You don’t get to interrogate me


    anymore.”


    “You and Dorian are moving that fast now, huh? Fast enough to go to his house?” It’s <i>not </i>a question. It’s an


    usation.


    Something hot and angry res in my chest. “And what if we are?”


    His jaw ticks. “You’re still my wife.”


    “Soon to be ex–wife.” I correct, taking a step back, putting distance between us. “Now why don’t you tell me how you know I’ve been to Dorian’s house? Are you stalking me?”


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    “I see.” I wonder why they’re buying a house. But then again, what business of mine is it?


    Jasper steps closer, but I push him away, and say, “I need to go home. Lily is waiting for me,” not trusting myself to stay here a second longer.


    “Scarlett.”


    I don’t turn around. Can’t. If I look at him again, I might do something stupid. Like remember how it felt to love him, forget why I left in the first ce.


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    “Stay away from me, Jasper.” My voice cracks on his name. “Please. Just… stay away.”


    I walk toward my car on unsteady legs, my heart hammering against my ribs. That kiss. God, that kiss….


    I press a hand to my lips, still warm, still tingling, from the memory of his… My throat tightens.


    I should be angry. I <i>am </i>angry. But beneath the anger is something worse–something I don’t want to name.


    I squeeze my eyes shut, barely holding back the wave rising inside me. I can’t think about him. Not anymore. But my heart won’t stop racing. My lips won’t stop burning. And the worst part? My traitorous body’s response to his touch


    I press my forehead against the car door, willing myself to breathe, to forget the way his lips felt on mine, soft but urgent, desperate even.


    The pain in his eyes when he looked at me…


    No, I need to get home. To Lily. To the life I’ve built without him.


    Jasper ke is nothing more than a past best left buried in the past.


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