Chapter 12

Asphalt POV

I Drummed my fingers on my desk as I pondered on what happened last night at the hotel. The way Jazz had carried those kids away and how they resembled me in a way disturbed me.

Last night I had tried to trace possible dots that Jazz was jasmine but no matter how many times I thought of it, there was no way for me to prove that she was the one.

And if truly she was the one, I had no idea of bringing her back not after I married her sister.

I remembered that night vividly, after Jasmine had delivered. It felt surreal that I had finally become a father but after she went missing, my joy became a nightmare.

There was no night I didn't think of her and the child. And the more I pondered on them, I felt disgusted with myself. I was no different from my mother at all. And it hurt me that I had behaved like her. Throwing away a blessing that was right in front of me because of my obsession and selfishness.

A knock sounded on my door and I unlocked it Knowing that it was Gilbert.