Before the gate closed, Jameson abruptly halted, shooting an icy gaze toward his back. His pale lips


    curled into a mocking smile as he scoffed, “Hah. You coward.”


    Meanwhile, Jasper stood before his bedroom window, staring nkly into the distance.


    He smoked one cigarette after another, the ashtray overflowing with stubs, the room shrouded in


    smoke


    that masked his loneliness.


    He let out some muffled coughs, his chest feeling like an empty cave.


    He reyed the scene of the day when he tossed the divorce papers in front of Alyssa and forced her


    to


    sign them. After that, she left without taking a dime from him.


    He stood at the same window when she left in Jonah’s car, his gaze talling the car.


    He was filled with unexinable rage at that time. He finally realized the reason behind his emotions-


    he


    hated seeing her leave.


    Their subsequent bitter exchanges were attempts to convince himself he didn’t love her.


    He didn’t fall in love with Alyssa only after losing her. Instead, it took losing Alyssa to reveal his true


    feelings for her.


    He had never expressed his love and affection, all because it was like oxygen to him.


    A phone call interrupted his thoughts. His heart jumped upon seeing Xavier’s name, and he qui


    extinguished his cigarette and picked up his phone. “Hello?”


    “Mr. Beckett, I was in front of Madam’s house overnight per your orders, and I finally saw her,” Xavier


    reported in a tense voice despitepleting his mission.


    “Lys-How is she doing?” Jasper asked, holding his breath. He recalled how Alyssa had left with


    Jameson


    that night at the park. The scene still killed him.


    Now, he refused to call her by her nickname out of anger. He might be deeply in love with her, but that


    didn’t mean he had no ego.


    “Mr. Beckett, I’ll send a few photos over. P-Please brace yourself.” Then, Xavier texted Jasper the


    photos.


    Tapping on his phone, Jasper saw Jameson leaning toward Alyssa’s neck. From the photographer’s


    angle


    Jameson seemed to be kissing her on the cheek.


    +15 BONU


    They were acting so intimately.


    Despite his various attempts to reconcile, Alyssa had never shown anything other than an aversion to


    Jasper. She crushed his ego every time.


    Anger rose in Jasper. He punched the window, startling Xavier.


    “C-Calm down, Mr. Beckett. Why don’t you visit in person if you’re upset? The Schmidt fellow is at


    Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Madam’s ce. You can’t just sit back and do nothing, or you’ll be granting him what he wanted and


    admit your defeat!”


    “What’s the point of meeting her?” Jasper bellowed. He puffed and huffed as tears welled. He looked


    pitiful and dejected. “She said she didn’t want to see me again. I’ll grant her wish.”


    Jasper projected his thoughts into the vacant space, behaving as though Alyssa stood before him, stati


    that the torment was too much for him.