The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance (Scarlett and Jasper) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

(Scarlett’s POV)

Who was that girl?

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I don’t know how to answer that question without triggering him. Dr. Martin had made it clear. We couldn’t tell Jasper anything about the past five years. He needed time to recover, only then we could try to make him remember by recreating scenes and milestones in our life together.

Telling him directly could lead to a psychological breakdown.

“Letty, that girl…I don’t why seeing her made me recall your dream to start a family.” Jasper continues.

I’m a statue in his arms, unable to react or respond. His thumb traces circles on my wrist, the familiar gesture making my chest tight.

“Did you see her eyes? They’re an exact copy of mine. And her hair, Letty, her hair is the exact same color as yours. If I didn’t know we don’t have a child, I would’ve almost mistaken her for our daughter.” He laughs, the sound clear and carefree.

But I don’t laugh with him. I can’t.

Jasper mistook Lily for someone else’s daughter. He hasn’t made the connection between us. But even then, he saw the semblance. Will he realize she’s his daughter soon?

If he does, will that be a good thing or a bad thing?

I close my eyes. Dr. Martin’s warnings echo in my head. Don’t shock him. Don’t give him information he can’t process.

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly.

“For what?”

“The Hawaii trip. I promised I’d take you, and then the storm hit. I know how much you were looking forward to it.”

The room tilts. Hawaii, Our honeymoon that got postponed because three days before we were supposed to leave, Jasper had an emergency that required his immediate attention.

Later, after the same, as I lay beside his bed, crying over his injured leg, Virginia showed up. That’s when I learned our honeymoon wasn’t postponed because he had a work related

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emergency… it got postponed because Virginia got another attack that required his attention.

I left the hospital in rage, missing the opportunity to hear him tell me he loved me.

I think it’s also from that point that our relationship started to go downhill real fast.

“I wanted to give you something perfect,” he continues, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “You helped me get the promotion, spent hours going over my application, stayed up late helping me prepare for the interview. I got the investment for my biggest project because of you.”

“No.” I shake my head. “You got it because you’re brilliant. Because you worked harder than anyone else.”

And it’s true. Jasper’s ambition to succeed was so intense, it scared me at times.

Now though, knowing what I know, I can’t help but wonder if it was due to pressure. The pressure to prove himself worthy of me, to show James and everyone in our circle he didn’t sell his pride, didn’t marry into wealth.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like your help didn’t matter. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. You pushed me to apply for branch president when I thought I wasn’t ready.”

Tears blur my vision. I remember those nights. Sitting at our kitchen table with coffee and red pens, going through his application over and over until every word was perfect. The way his face lit up when he got the call.

How proud I was. How happy.

“I wanted to take you somewhere beautiful,” he says. “Somewhere worthy of my wife. But I screwed it up, didn’t I?”

“Jasper…”

“No, let me finish. I know I haven’t been the husband you deserve. I know I get distracted, don’t compliment you as much as I should, that I don’t always put you first. But I love you, Letty. I need you to know that. More than anything. And I’m going to do better.”

The tears come then, hot and fast. I can’t stop them.

Can’t hold back the sob that tears from

my

throat.

This is the man I fell in love with. The one who looked at me like nothing mattered more to

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him than my happiness.

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The one who used to bring me coffee in bed and kiss my forehead when he thought I was still sleeping.

Before the coldness. Before the distance. Before he started treating me like an obligation

instead of a choice.

I can’t help but feel a vicious urge to tear off his mask, to bring an end to this entire facade, and remind him of his deeds.

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