Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 345

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She had not meant for things to go this far, but once her plan got messed up and she saw how much Jasper resisted and despised her, she completely lost control.

“Get out!” Jasper suddenly grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it at her feet.

Lydia just stared at his fury, her voice cold. “You think I’m counting on your pity or moral compass?”

Then, she let out a bitter laugh and dropped a bomb. “I recorded everything.”

Jasper froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

“You’ve got no shame, do you?”

“Shame?” Lydia sneered. “Do you really think I still have any left? My reputation’s already ruined, so I don’t mind adding another crime to the list. If you’ve got the guts to face the world watching your pathetic little performance in bed–go ahead, send me to jail. But when everyone sees how you begged for me like a dog, let’s see which rich girl would still want you. You won’t even be able to walk down the street without people whispering.”

Jasper was not the type to shrug off humiliation. He cared too much about pride and appearances. He could not take that kind of exposure.

“You think you’re doing right by Preston?” he ground out through clenched teeth.

“Preston?” Lydia laughed bitterly. “Please. After all these years, you really didn’t notice how much I liked you? You got cozy with your friend’s woman, didn’t that feel good, Jasper?” She laughed again, a sharp, broken sound. “You deserve everything you’re getting now.”

Her voice grew cold as she stared straight into his eyes. “You let me get close because deep down, you knew we’re the same–fake, selfish, weak. When you look at Claudia, you feel just as filthy, don’t you?”

Jasper slumped over, holding his head in his hands.

up, calm and steady now. “I expect to have our marriage certificate by the time we Lydia stood dock tomorrow.”

She smiled faintly. “We’re tied together for life, Jasper–whether you like it or not.”

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18:32 Sat, Oct 18

Chapter 345 We’re Tied Together for Life

The next day, all daytime events were canceled after the chaos of the night before, and the yacht returned to shore earlier than planned–around eleven in the morning.

Claudia had mentioned wanting to see the sunrise, so at five, Sterling woke up to the alarm. He carefully helped her get dressed from head to toe, even brushing her hair and washing her face, treating her like something delicate and precious.

Half–asleep, Claudia leaned against him, letting him fuss over her like a doll.

When they were ready, Sterling pressed a soft kiss to her slightly swollen lips and led her up to the top

deck.

Most guests were still asleep after last night’s event, except for a few staff members and one cellist invited by the host, who was standing by the railing playing to the ocean.

The stars had not faded yet, and a pale silver moon hung high above the calm sea. The musician, lost in his own world, played with his eyes half–closed, bow gliding across the strings with haunting passion.

Sterling and Claudia did not interrupt.

Sterling draped the shawl over Claudia’s shoulders and quietly led her to the bow of the yacht. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he held her close as they stood together, listening to the soft music and watching the first light of dawn break over the sea.

The deadly chaos of last night and the serene warmth of this moment felt like two entirely different worlds.

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