Semua Bab A Deal With Mr.Remington: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Jasmine POV The noise around me grew louder as I stood there. People were whispering, some were shaking their heads, and others were taking out their phones to record. I didn’t know what was going on at first, but after listening carefully, I started piecing things together from the scattered words I caught.Two women behind me were talking fast.“She’s the one,” the first one whispered, her voice low but full of excitement. “The one who ran that Ponzi scheme last year.”“No wonder the police came for her,” the other woman replied. “I heard she took millions and promised people double their money. Then she disappeared.”I blinked and turned my head slightly, pretending not to be listening but still catching every word. A man on my left joined the conversation with his friend.“And she even hired men to beat that woman with three kids,” he said in a hushed tone. “All because the woman asked for her money back. Can you imagine?”“That’s evil,” his friend muttered.My mouth fell open.

Blake POV The moment that manager stepped out in that ridiculous blue suit and gave us that cold, judgmental look, I already knew where this was going."Blake… and your sidepiece… you should get a hint and leave now!" he barked, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. "Daniel is one of the supporters of this art gallery. We respect our supporters here. I do not want you two inside."I froze for a second. Did he just...? My wife? My wife, called a sidepiece?Heat shot through me. My hand slipped from Jasmine’s, and I stepped forward before she could say a word. My chest rose, breath heavy, and my voice came out louder than I intended."She is not my sidepiece!" I snapped, loud enough for people nearby to stop what they were doing. Heads turned, whispers spread like wildfire. "She is my wife! So watch your mouth. Curtail it. Or I’ll help you do it myself."I could feel Jasmine’s small hand on my arm, trying to pull me back."Blake… please," she said softly, her voice trying to calm me. "Do

Blake’s POVI sat in the back of the car as my father drove me home from the hospital. My body was weak, but my mind was awake. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jasmine. I saw her sitting next to me in the car that day. I heard her warning of the smell of the gas in the car. I remembered the fear when the car lost control. I remembered the truck coming towards us, trying effortlessly to pull the brakes but it was useless.I was rescued. I woke up in the hospital. But Jasmine… Jasmine was not there.I asked the officers who came to question me. I asked them where she was.One officer looked at me. He held his cap in his hands and spoke slowly.“She was not in the car when we arrived,” he said.I stared at him. “What do you mean she was not in the car? She was right there. She was sitting beside me. If you pulled me out, you should have pulled her out too.”Another officer sighed. He looked away. “It means she must have gotten out before we arrived. Maybe she tried to escape. Maybe s

Jasmine’s POVWhen the man said his name was Daniel, something inside me twisted. The name felt heavy, like I should know it, but my mind was empty. I kept staring at him, searching for something familiar, but nothing came.The old woman beside me held my hand tighter. She did not trust him. I could feel it. She looked at him with sharp eyes, but he only smiled at me.“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked softly.I shook my head. “No. I don’t. I don’t remember anything. I don’t know who you are.”He sighed, as if hurt by my words. “I thought so. I hoped seeing me might bring something back.”I swallowed hard. “You know me? You know who I am?”His eyes softened. “Yes. You are my wife. We were married. We lived together happily before that day. The morning of the accident took you away from me. I searched everywhere. I thought I lost you forever.”I froze. My breath caught. “Your… wife?”He nodded. “Yes. You are my wife, Jasmine.”The name hit me like a sudden light. Jasmine. The n

Jasmine’s POV The pain did not leave me. Each day felt worse. My body burned, my stomach twisted, and my head felt heavy. I begged Daniel many times to take me to a hospital, but he only said the same words. “You don’t need a hospital, Jasmine. The doctor comes here. You’ll be fine. Just rest.” But I wasn’t fine. I knew it. I felt it. The pain stabbed deeper every night, like something inside me was tearing apart. I would cry into my pillow, gripping the sheets, whispering, please, God, don’t let me die here. One evening, as Daniel fed the baby, I tried to stand but my knees wobbled and the room spun. I took one step, then another, but suddenly the ground pulled me down. My body hit the floor, and darkness swallowed me. When I opened my eyes, I heard beeping. A soft, steady sound. My body felt heavy, but the pain was different. Not sharp, not wild. Just dull. I blinked hard and saw white walls, bright lights, and a strange smell that was not our house. I realized I was in a