(Jasper's POV)
"You want to talk about marriage, Jasper? About commitment and loyalty?" Her voice rises, drawing stares from other people in the lobby. "Let's talk about it. Let's talk about how you spent three years treating me like a stranger in my own house while you flaunted your mistress. How you chose another woman over your pregnant wife, left her on a highway in the middle of the night because your precious Virginia called."
Each word grits on my nerves. Not because they’re true, but because she believes them to be. And she's not done.
"And let’s not forget how you brought that woman into our home, let her wear my clothes, sleep in my bed—"
"Scarlett—"
"Or better yet," she continues, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "let's talk about how you're standing here with her right now
