SERAPHINAWhen he said those words, my heart sank, but I clung to the last bit of hope.The most terrifying part was that Jasper’s voice no longer carried rage. He sounded like a man who was already dead inside.He looked at me like I disgusted him and meant nothing anymore.The realization struck deep inside my chest, and suddenly, I understood what Quinn had passed through, especially that night she was pushed away under the rain.“Jasper,” I whispered weakly.He didn’t answer.He walked toward the minibar near the window slowly and poured whiskey into a glass.I couldn't help but stare at him helplessly. He no longer needed me.“I did it because I loved you,” I said quietly.Jasper drank slowly, not turning back.“I was scared of losing you.”Still, he said nothing.His emptiness frightened me the more. Because he could decide to turn and use the glass on me. Yet, I pushed.“You needed a child, Jasper,” I said slowly, “you always wanted a child to call yours.”That caught him. He d
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