(Jasper’s POV)
Four years of searching, four years of hoping, and when I finally find her, she's holding another man's hand.
Bullshit.
The Scarlett I know, the woman who cried when she accidentally stepped on a spider, doesn't just stop loving someone. That kind of love doesn't disappear overnight.
She's angry. She has every right to be. But this cold, distant version of her? That's not real. That's just armor she's built to protect herself.
I can work with anger. I can fix anger.
By the time I pull into the driveway, my mind is already spinning with plans. I need to find out where she's living, what she's been doing these past four years. I need to understand how to get through to her.
The house feels too quiet when I walk in. Virginia's heels click against the marble floor as she
