The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance (Scarlett and Jasper) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

(Jasper’s POV)

The moment Scarlett’s footsteps fade down the corridor, I let the smile drop from

my face.

My head pounds like someone’s taking a sledgehammer to my skull. The memories came back in fragments at first–scattered pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t quite fit together. Then all at once, like a dam breaking.

The fight with Scarlett. The divorce papers. Virginia’s manipulations. Four years of searching. The accident.

God, the accident.

I press the heels of my palms against my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. The doctors warned me about this–that the memories might return suddenly, violently. They weren’t kidding.

But it’s not the pain that’s killing me right now. It’s the guilt.

Despite everything I put her through in the past, Scarlett’s been here every day since the accident. Taking care of me. Sleeping in that godawful chair. Letting me kiss her, hold her, tell her I love her as if nothing ever changed.

She didn’t have to, but she did, all for the sake of my health.

Now in front of her, I feel small, unworthy. I can’t even bring myself to look at her without feeling ashamed of myself.

But God help me.

I love her.

I love her so much, that despite knowing I don’t deserve this, that I don’t deserve her care and affection, I can’t bring myself to look away.

And now, knowing someone wants to take her life, I feel rage so monstrous and fierce, I fear my sanity will collapse.

My hands curl into fists against the hospital sheets. There’s only one person who can help me. The only other person who cares for Scarlett and Lily as much as I do.

I hate to admit it, hate even more reaching out to him. But the facts remain the same that I need him.

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For Scarlett.

For Lily.

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I have no choice but to call him.

I grab my phone from the nightstand, scrolling through my contacts until I find the number I’ve been avoiding for days. My thumb hovers over it, before I firm my resolve and hit the dial

button.

It rings three times. Long enough for me to second–guess this decision about a hundred times.

Then his voice comes through, professional and clipped. “Jasper.”

“We need to talk.”

“I see you’ve regained your memory.”

“But nobody else knows. And it needs to stay that way.”

“Even Scarlett?”

“Especially Scarlett.”

“What do you want from me?” he asks finally.

“Have you got any lead on the one behind Jasper?”

“All I have now is that some John Foster is acting as her hitman. There seems to be some sort of relationship between them. But as far as I was able to investigate, the two don’t belong to the same social circle. How they met is a mystery.”

“Do you think this is connected to the mastermind behind Virginia?”

“I don’t think. I’m certain they’re connected.”

go quiet for a second, my gaze drifting to the door. What could be Virginia’s connection to John? And who is the one helping her?

There’s no free lunch in this world. Whoever is helping her is either using her, or related to her on a deeper level than ordinary friendship.

It’s also possible that they share a mutual goal. Whichever the reason, one thing is clear. What they’re after is far greater than Virginia knows.

“Can you investigate that John? Maybe we’ll get a lead to the mastermind through him.”

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“You don’t need to tell me. I’m already on it.”

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“Never expected any less from you. I press my free hand against my forehead, trying to think through the pain. “Dorian, thank you. For always looking out for her.”

“Blake.” His voice drops lower. “You’re not in a position to thank me. I’m her fiance. Protecting her is my duty. When this is over, when she’s safe-”

“I know. You want me to back off.”

“I want her to make that decision.” Dorian cuts off the line, before I can respond.

I stare at my phone, a bitter smile stretching my lips.

He’s smart, thorough, and genuinely cares about Scarlett. Even now, when there’s a chance he could lose her, he’s thinking about her happiness, about what she wants.

In that aspect alone, I’ve already lost to him. Must be punishment from God to have someone like him as a love rival.

The door opens and Scarlett peeks in. “I thought I heard voices?”

“You must’ve heard wrong. It’s only me here.” I tuck my phone under the pillow, giving her a cheeky smile.

She walks over with a tray in hand and sits on the edge of the bed. Just from the smell, I know it’s my favorite bread.

She made it.

She actually made it for me.

Warmth floods my chest, and despite myself, I can’t help reaching out to her, pulling her in my

arms.

She stiffens, and for a second, my heart hangs in my throat, as I wait for the push, the shove that would free her from my embrace.

I wait, and wait, and wait. When it doesn’t come, and her tense body actually relaxes, my heart leaps in joy.

Scarlett twists in my arms, and presents the bread I’ve been craving like a prize to me.

“I don’t know if it still tastes as good as you remember.” She whispers, her cheeks flushing.

I smile and lower my head to her level. “Feed me.”

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