The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance (Scarlett and Jasper) novel Chapter 133

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Chapter 133

(Scarlett’s POV).

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The cool night air feels refreshing after the warmth of the bakery. I pull my cardigan tighter around myself and walk quickly down the sidewalk, my engagement ring catching the streetlights.

I can’t stop smiling. Even this random act of kindness from someone who was at my party feels like proof that this new life I’m building is real. That I deserve good things.

Dorian wanted to come with me, but there’s no need. Murphy’s Courier is only three blocks away, and I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.

The street is quiet but well–lit. A few cars pass by, their headlights sweeping across the pavement. Normal evening traffic.

I think about the ring on my finger, about the way Lily’s face lit up when Dorian said he’d be honored to be her daddy. About Elena’s tears of joy and Chloe’s fierce hug.

Even Jasper showing up couldn’t ruin tonight. If anything, his broken appearance just confirmed that I made the right choice.

Murphy’s Courier should be just ahead. The street numbers are getting close – 247, 249… there, 251 Maple Street. But when I look up at the building, my steps slow.

It’s dark. Completely dark. No lights in the windows, no “Open” sign.

That’s strange. The man said they were open until nine, and it’s only eight–forty.

I approach the glass door and peer inside. Empty. No one at the counter, no packages visible. A sign in the window reads “Closed – Back Tomorrow.”

Confusion washes over me. Why would someone tell me to pick up a package from a place that’s clearly closed?

I look around. Something feels off.

I hear a car engine start somewhere behind me. The headlights sweep across the pavement, temporarily blinding me. I shield my eyes, moving backwards.

Then a shout explodes from the side.

“Scarlett!”

Time slows to a crawl.

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Arms wrap around my waist, spinning me away from the oncoming vehicle just as it tears through the space where I was standing.

We hit the pavement hard, rolling across the sidewalk in a tangle of limbs. Pain shoots through my shoulder and hip as we skid to a stop against a parked car.

For a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t process what just happened.

The car that tried to kill me speeds away, tires screeching around the corner.

“Scarlett.” A voice, rough and pained. “Scarlett, are you hurt?”

I turn my head, and my heart nearly stops.

Jasper.

He’s lying beside me on the sidewalk, his face pale in the streetlight. Blood streams down from a gash on his forehead where he hit the pavement. His white shirt is torn and dirty.

“What–how did you-

“Thank God you’re okay.” He sighs, trying to sit up.

Before I can respond, a scream pierces the night.

“Jasper!”

Virginia comes running down the street, her heels clicking rapidly against the pavement. Her face is a mask of terror and rage as she takes in the scene–Jasper bleeding on the sidewalk, me beside him, both of us battered and shaken.

“Oh my God, what happened? Are you hurt?” She drops to her knees beside him, her hands hovering over his injuries like she’s afraid to touch them.

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