The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance (Scarlett and Jasper) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

(Dorian’s POV)

White roses and lavender–Scarlett’s favorites. I’d driven across town to get them the moment I landed.

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Stupid, probably. But it was my way of apologizing to her for the way I talked to her on the phone.

The hospital hallway is too bright, too cheerful for what I’m feeling. Nurses chat at their station. A food cart rattles past.

I pause outside Jasper’s room. The door is slightly ajar. I should knock. Should announce myself.

Instead, I look through the gap.

And wish I hadn’t.

Scarlett is leaning over the bed, her hand on Jasper’s chest. He’s looking up at her with an expression I’ve never seen him wear–soft, vulnerable, completely open.

Then he cups the back of her head and pulls her down into a kiss.

She doesn’t pull away.

The bouquet slips from my fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud. But I can’t look away. Can’t stop watching as my fiancée kisses the man who broke her heart.

It’s not a quick kiss. Not a friendly peck. It’s deep and intimate and familiar in a way that makes my stomach turn.

I bend down mechanically, picking up the flowers. Half of them have fallen out, scattering across the sterile floor. White petals against white tile.

My heart is a hollow cavity as I turn and walk away.

I should’ve realized it. When she refused to see me for Jasper, I should’ve expected this outcome. A person’s true heart is usually revealed in times of need.

And since the accident happened, I could see Scarlett’s true heart through her actions.

She might have been angry, upset, or even resentful. She might’ve been so hurt by Jasper Blake that she no longer wanted to see his face.

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But after everything was said and done, he was the first man she loved, the first man she married, and might possibly still be the only man she wants.

Maybe, she might have never stopped loving him and I had just been deluding myself.

My footsteps echo too loud in the empty corridor.

There’s a trash can near the elevator. I set the bouquet beside it carefully, almost gently. Someone else can enjoy them

The elevator doors open and I step inside, watching the hallway disappear as they close. Watching Scarlett disappear.

My phone buzzes. A text from my grandmother.

“Have you set a date yet? I want to start planning!”

I stare at the message until the words blur. A date. For a wedding that’s never going to happen. Because how can I marry a woman who’s still in love with her ex?

The elevator stops on the ground floor. As the doors open, I nearly collide with someone.

Virginia.

She’s holding a coffee carrier, her face blotchy like she’s been crying. When she sees me, something flickers in her expression.

Recognition. Then pity.

“Returning from seeing Jasper?” She asks, though from the tone of her voice, it’s obvious she’s referring to more than just seeing Jasper.

I ignore her, and start to get out of the elevator.

Wait.” She grabs my arm. “You deserve to know what you’re dealing with.”

“I already know-”

“No, you don’t.” Her laugh is bitter. “You think this is just about his amnesia? About him not remembering they’re divorced? It’s not. Scarlett is choosing this. She’s choosing to stay with him, to play house, to act like the past four years never happened.”

The words hit harder than they should because they’re exactly what I’ve been thinking.

“She’s just trying to help him recover.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?” Virginia’s eyes are hard now. “Because from where I’m

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standing, it looks like she’s getting exactly what she’s always wanted–a version of Jasper that only sees her.”

“Virginia-”

“They’re up there right now, probably cuddled together in his hospital bed like a couple. Do you even exist in her eyes?”

Each word is a knife, precise and devastating.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“How about we work together?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You want Scarlett. I want Jasper. So what’s the harm in joining hands? Besides, Scarlett is already your girlfriend. Looking from both logic and moral stand point, her playing house with her ex while engaged to you just doesn’t make sense, does it?”

I fall silent, my mind flashing with the scene of Scarlett kissing Jasper. What she’s doing isn’t just playing house. She’s kissing another man while wearing my engagement ring.

To put it nicely, she doesn’t realize what she’s doing. But when put plainly, in a sense, she’s cheating on me.

Virginia releases my arm, stepping back. “Do think about my proposal.”

I watch her walk toward the elevator, coffee cups still in hand, her shoulders set with determination.

And I realize we’re both fighting the same losing battle.

I should go back to my office, bury myself in work, pretend nothing happened.

Instead, I find myself in my car, hands gripping the steering wheel, unable to turn the key.

Does Scarlett still love Jasper?

The question has been haunting me for days. Torturing me day and night as I tossed and turned, rejecting the idea while my mind refused to let it rest.

But today, seeing that kiss, seeing the way she melted into him…

I don’t need to wonder anymore.

I already know the answer.

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