The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance (Scarlett and Jasper) novel Chapter 121

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Chapter 121

(Jasper’s POV)

The salty ocean spray mixes with cigarette smoke as I take another drag.

My lungs burn, but I don’t care. I’ve already smoked a pack tonight, and it’s not even midnight.

I can’t stop thinking about Scarlett walking away with him.

Dorian.

Just saying his name in my head makes me want to punch something. The waves crash against the rocks below, loud and angry, just like me.

Headlights cut through the darkness. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is. My blood goes from ice cold to boiling hot in seconds.

He gets out of his fancy black car, all smooth and put–together in his expensive suit. Like he owns the whole damn world. He walks toward me like he has all the time in it.

“Jasper.” His voice is calm. Too calm.

I don’t respond.

There’s too much I want to say. Too much I need to scream at him, but the words catch in my throat. It’s easier to just keep smoking, to pretend I don’t care.

But then the rage bubbles over, and I can’t hold it back anymore.

I push myself to my feet, throwing the cigarette to the ground with more force than necessary. I’m on him before he can react, my fist connecting with his face.

It’s like something snaps inside me. I hit him again. And again. I don’t even know how many times, just that every punch feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside.

Dorian doesn’t fight back. He just stands there, taking every hit, the blood trickling down his face, his lips swollen and split. But he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move.

Doesn’t even evade.

And that makes me angrier. It makes me more furious that he’s just standing there, letting me beat him, while every part of me is breaking.

My fist connects with his jaw. c***k. The sound shoots up my arm, but it feels good.

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I swing again. This time I get his nose. Blood spurts everywhere, dark against his pale skin.

I grab his jacket and slam my fist into his stomach. He doubles over, gasping. I keep hitting him because I can’t stop. Each punch is trying to beat the pain out of my chest, but it’s not working.

He falls. First to his knees, then flat on the ground. His glasses are broken somewhere in the dirt. Blood runs down his face.

I stand over him, breathing hard. My knuckles are split and bleeding, but I don’t feel it. All I feel is this huge, empty hole where my heart used to be.

He coughs up blood and pushes himself up on one elbow.

Dorian doesn’t speak for a long time. He coughs up blood and pushes himself up on one elbow, just watching me with unwavering eyes. It’s like he’s waiting for me to calm down, to run out of fuel.

“Feeling better?” he rasps, his voice thick with blood.

The question, the sheer audacity of it, rips open the fragile calm I’ve just found. My control snaps. Again.

“Better?” I roar, my voice cracking with unshed tears, the rage surging back tenfold. I swing my leg, connecting with his side, a brutal kick that makes him cry out, sending him sprawling back onto the ground.

“When we decided to act out this little play, giving Scarlett to you wasn’t part of the plan! You stole my wife, and yet, you still have the cheek to ask me if I’m feeling better?” The words tear through me, each one an agony, my voice raw, cracking under the weight of all the things I’m too afraid to say.

I’m losing her. No, I will lose her. Because I know.

Dorian is a better man than me in every aspect. Wealth, status, looks.

He even cares about her, and respects her in a way I never learned to.

So I know. If Scarlett really decides to move on, it won’t be long before she falls for him. Before I lose her completely.

My vision blurs, tears of pure fury and bitter defeat finally escaping. I choke on them, on the storm of emotions swirling inside.

“She’s my wife! My only wife! You don’t get to have her!” I growl, the desperate plea echoing into the vast emptiness of the night.

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It’s the truth, a desperate, defiant truth, even as if it feels like the biggest lie. My mind, my heart, my very soul, are being twisted into knots of insanity.

Dorian slowly, but painfully, pushes himself up, leaning against a jagged rock, his breath ragged. He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving

mine.

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