LOGINAfter several days of undergoing intensive treatment at the hospital, Jasmine was finally allowed to go home. Her face was covered with bandages that wrapped around her wounds. She walked slowly out of the room, accompanied by a nurse who helped her carry a bag containing her belongings.
When she arrived in the waiting room, Jasmine did not see a single person welcoming her. Her heart truly suffered. Apparently, there was not a single person who cared about her. The nurse beside her also let out a long sigh while looking at her with pity, as if she understood what Jasmine was feeling at that moment.
“You have to be strong, Jasmine,” Jasmine whispered. Encouraging herself.
Now, Jasmine walked toward the apartment that Christopher had bought for her. Her body still felt weak, and her heart still felt painful. She could not get rid of the pain and disappointment she felt after receiving Christopher’s unilateral decision.
When Jasmine opened the apartment door, she was greeted by Valentina and Florentina, who were already waiting there. Both of them smiled wickedly, making Jasmine feel uncomfortable. How could those two people enter her apartment?
“Haha, Jasmine, welcome to your own home,” Valentina said, her voice full of mockery. “But unfortunately, this is no longer your home.”
Jasmine felt as if she had been struck by lightning. “What do you mean? This is the apartment Christopher bought for me!”
Valentina smiled. “Ah, yes. But Christopher no longer cares about you. He will marry me, and this apartment will be mine.”
Jasmine felt completely shattered. “You are truly evil,” she said, her voice trembling. “You stole my lover, and now you want to steal my home too?”
Florentina stepped forward, her eyes staring at Jasmine with hatred. “You have no right to stay here, Jasmine. You are no longer useful to Christopher. Your face is ruined, and you can no longer attract him. Christopher only loves beautiful women. So Valentina is the one worthy of Chris. Not you! Haha.”
Jasmine felt tears flowing, but she could not cry in front of these two cunning people. To restrain her emotions, Jasmine clenched her fists. Her gaze was sharp and filled with burning anger. Florentina and Valentina were truly greedy. Not only had they taken Liam from Jasmine, but also Christopher and her apartment now.
Valentina stood in front of Jasmine, her wicked smile widening on her face. “Haha, Jasmine, you are not worthy of becoming Christopher’s wife. This ugly face of yours makes Christopher disgusted with you.”
Jasmine looked at her with eyes full of hatred, but she tried to remain calm. “You will never be able to replace me, Valentina. I am the first and the last for Chris.”
Valentina laughed loudly, her voice sharp and insulting. “You? You are nothing compared to me. Christopher chose me, not you. I will be his wife, I will be the mother of his children.”
Jasmine felt as if she had been slapped, but she did not want to show her weakness. Just imagining it made Jasmine’s heart feel as if it were being sliced by a very sharp knife. “You will never be able to make him happy, Valentina. You will only make him regret his decision to choose you.”
“Nonsense!” Valentina cursed. “I have ways to make Christopher happy. He chose me because I am prettier and the best in his eyes. So don’t waste your time holding on to those feelings. No matter what, you will never get a man who will marry you. Because your face is ruined. You are ugly, Jasmine. Hahaha!”
Valentina laughed out loud. Her evil expression truly made Jasmine shiver and burn with anger. This was the first time Jasmine had witnessed someone being happy over her suffering.
“Don’t be too full of yourself. Only I know Chris’s weaknesses. Besides, I am very sure that you will not be able to replace my position in Chris’s heart. You might be able to take him from me and marry him. But remember, he marries you only because of lust. He marries you only because he does not want to be embarrassed. If something happens to you, then be prepared to end up like me,” Jasmine said while staring sharply and slightly threateningly.
Valentina fell silent with a cynical expression. Whatever Jasmine said would not change her heart. Becoming Christopher’s wife was an achievement for her.
“You know nothing, Jasmine. Christopher is already bored with you; he wants something new, something fresh. And I am the right choice. Look at you, you are ugly now. So don’t try to make me back down,” Valentina said while looking at her with disgust.
“Yes, that’s right. I think Chris has wanted to separate from you for a long time, Jasmine,” Florentina chimed in.
“Do you know, Chris asked for my phone number a few days ago. At first I was surprised, but now I finally understand his intention. I think… he has been eyeing me for a long time,” Valentina spoke provocatively.
Jasmine clenched her fists. Her chest now rose and fell in rhythm with emotions that were rising to her head. What Valentina had just said successfully made Jasmine’s heart waver. Was it true that Christopher had been after Valentina for a long time? Or could it be that Christopher had intentionally wanted to marry Valentina, but by building a relationship with Jasmine?
“Jasmine, you are ugly!” Valentina spoke with a mocking expression. She approached Jasmine, as if deliberately wanting to show her hatred.
“No man would ever be willing to marry you,” Florentina added while throwing a used tissue onto Jasmine’s face.
“Your face is terrifying!”
“Disgusting!”
“Shuuuuuut up!” Jasmine screamed loudly, as if releasing all her emotions at once.
Valentina and Florentina only looked at her with cynical and mocking expressions. That made Jasmine even angrier and more humiliated. She then grabbed the flower vase in front of her and slammed it down in front of Valentina and Florentina.
Seeing Jasmine’s uncontrollable rage, Valentina felt terrified. She ran behind her mother, seeking protection from Jasmine’s fury.
“You want me dead, don’t you? Go on, kill me!” Jasmine said while pointing the sharp shards of the shattered vase at them.
Instantly, Valentina and Florentina were shocked at Jasmine’s actions. They truly did not expect Jasmine to explode like this. Jasmine’s face, still wrapped in bandages, and her reddened eyes created an even more frightening impression for Valentina and Florentina.
“Hurry! Kill me right now. You will surely be satisfied and even happier!” Once again, Jasmine spoke loudly, as if she no longer had any hope of living.
Florentina swallowed hard. “Ja–Jasmine, don’t be like this. Put that sharp object away!” she spoke in a slightly stammering voice and looked frightened.
“Why? Didn’t you want me dead?” Jasmine grabbed Valentina’s hand, then stood with a terrifying gaze.
“Don’t be crazy, Jasmine. What do you want, huh!?” Valentina glared fiercely. She was slightly afraid, but she seemed to force herself to appear brave in front of Jasmine.
“Kill me right now! You have taken all my happiness. So just take my life as well!” Jasmine said with a trembling and slightly hoarse voice. The hand holding the sharp object continued to move closer to Valentina.
Valentina grew more and more frightened. She remained silent, staring in horror. Meanwhile, Florentina tried to approach Jasmine to pull her away from her daughter.
Suddenly, the door opened. Christopher arrived and was utterly shocked when he saw what was happening. Everything was in chaos. He froze when his eyes caught Jasmine standing in front of Valentina with a sharp object in her hand.
“Aaaaaaaa!” Valentina suddenly screamed hysterically while pulling Jasmine’s hand and trying to bring the shard of the vase closer to her own neck.
“What are you doing, Jasmine!?” Christopher ran over with a shocked and panicked expression.
“She’s trying to kill me, Chris!” Valentina said while running to hug Christopher.
To be continued…
The city lights flickered on one by one, like rows of silent eyes watching from below. From the wide window of her apartment, Jasmine stood perfectly still. Her arms were folded across her chest, but her thoughts were moving far faster than the traffic streaming beneath her.The meeting earlier that afternoon had not been a simple conversation.It had been a reading of positions.A quiet measurement of power.And every word spoken had been a calculated move across an invisible board.Including Christopher’s.Her phone vibrated.The screen lit up.The same name.A single letter that never changed.**J.**Jasmine didn’t open it immediately. She let the screen glow for a few seconds before it dimmed again. Not hesitation—just habit. She never allowed herself to look eager.Finally, she unlocked it.> *Headquarters is moving faster than we predicted.*A faint curve touched her lips.She typed calmly.> *Because he’s panicking.*The reply didn’t come right away. Three dots appeared… disapp
The invitation arrived in the morning.It was not official. There was no logo. Just a brief message written in polite sentences and a time frame far too flexible to be called a coincidence.Christopher read it again before sending a short reply: *Alright.*He chose a neutral location—a business restaurant on the top floor of an office building. Not too luxurious, not too quiet. A place safe enough to talk without important witnesses.Jasmine arrived on time.Her dress was simple, its cut firm and precise. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders. There was no trace of nervousness on her face. No sign that she was about to face someone who had once held half of her life.Christopher stood. “Thank you for coming.”“Your invitation was clear,” Jasmine replied briefly.They sat across from each other. A waiter came, took their orders, and left. Silence stretched between them.“I didn’t expect you to return like this,” Christopher finally said.“Like what?” Jasmine asked.“Calm,” he answere
Christopher did not come home on time.It was past midnight when he was still sitting in his office, accompanied by a desk lamp and stacks of files. His jacket was off, his tie loosened. For the first time in a long while, he was working not to control—but to catch up.“Find all partners connected to that analysis,” he ordered briefly.The assistant across the desk nodded quickly. “We’ve traced them, Sir. The names that appeared… are unfamiliar.”“Unfamiliar doesn’t mean unimportant,” Christopher replied coldly.He stood and walked to the window. The city below looked calm, as if nothing had shifted. Yet he knew something was being pulled from beneath the surface.---At home, Valentina waited with a tense expression.“Did you find anything?” she asked the moment Christopher entered.“Not yet,” he answered shortly.“There’s no way the headquarters would move without a reason,” Valentina pressed. “Jasmine doesn’t have that kind of power.”Christopher set down his car keys. “You’re stil
Valentina did not sleep well that night.The image of Jasmine’s face—calm, whole, and untouched—kept appearing every time she closed her eyes. Not the face of a woman who had returned to mourn, but someone who had come with a position.That morning, she stood in front of the mirror for far too long.“I’m his wife,” she murmured, like a mantra. “I’m the one who won.”Yet that conviction felt fragile.---At the branch office, the atmosphere was not as usual.Several meetings were postponed. Several reports were requested again. Valentina caught whispers that stopped every time she walked past.She entered Christopher’s office without knocking.“Why is the headquarters requesting an additional audit?” she asked sharply.Christopher let out a breath. “Procedure.”“Since when do procedures come one after another?” she pressed.Christopher stared at his computer screen. “Since this project was considered sensitive.”Valentina fell silent for a moment. “Because of Jasmine.”Christopher snor
Morning in that city began with a meeting.The conference room on the twenty-first floor was filled with digital screens, projection charts, and faces accustomed to reading opportunities. Jasmine sat in one of the chairs without a prominent name label. She was present as an observer, not a decision-maker.Yet every note she made—concise, precise—drew attention.“This coastal data isn’t synchronized,” said a young executive. “The risk is high.”Jasmine lifted her head. “Risk can be managed,” she said calmly. “What cannot be managed is assumption without verification.”Several pairs of eyes turned. A middle-aged man crossed his arms. “And in your opinion, how should it be verified?”“Cross-check the logistics contracts with the branch cash flow,” Jasmine answered briefly. “There’s an unnatural time gap.”The room fell silent for a moment.A consultant looked at the screen, then nodded slowly. “She’s right.”There was no victorious smile on Jasmine’s face. She returned to writing, as if
The invitation arrived in the afternoon.A cream envelope with handwriting too neat to be called sincere. Jasmine recognized the style without needing to read the sender’s name.Florentina.Jasmine looked at the invitation for a few seconds before placing it back on the table. A family dinner. A classic reason. A pretext always used when someone wanted to judge, not welcome.She exhaled slowly.“Alright,” she murmured. “Let’s settle this one by one.”---The house still stood in the same place.A tall iron gate, a wide yard, and a chandelier that always shone too brightly—as if to show that its occupants never lacked anything, except warmth.Jasmine stepped inside calmly.The servants bowed politely, clearly surprised to see a face so unfamiliar yet somehow familiar. No one dared to ask.In the dining room, Florentina was already seated at the end of the table. Her back straight, her attitude cold. Beside her, Jasmine’s father—silent, mostly looking down at his own plate. As if the pr
That morning, Jasmine woke up with a different feeling.There was no panic.No urge to hide.Sunlight slipped through the gap in the bedroom curtains, falling softly onto the marble floor and brushing the edge of her blanket. Jasmine opened her eyes slowly, then lifted her hand to her face—a reflex
“What do you mean, Mother?” Jasmine turned her head slowly. Her gaze was cold, sharp, and distant—as if the woman before her was no longer someone she had ever called mother. “Do you think I still hope for Christopher?” Her lips curved into a thin smile filled with irony. “Do you think I still want
The house felt different since the wedding night.There was no major visible change, yet Jasmine could feel it. A new status hung between herself and Jaden—clearly seen, yet never truly touched.Jasmine stood in front of the bedroom door they now occupied together. The room was spacious, neatly arr
Jasmine stared at her phone screen for quite a long time.The message was still there. No additions. Not withdrawn.Yet its mere presence was enough to make her chest tighten.***You think you can just run away like that?***She turned off the screen, then placed the phone on the table with trembl







