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Jasper stood motionless, the weight of Mrs. Rosie’s words sinking deep into his chest. His mind raced as he tried to process the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Alice, the woman he had once married, had kept every little thing he had given her. His discarded tie, the cufflinks he had forgotten about—they were all preserved in a box, as if they held some kind of sentimental value.
His heart twisted with a mixture of guilt and disbelief. He had never truly understood the depth of Alice’s feelings for him. While he had been cold and indifferent, she had quietly cherished the smallest tokens of their time together. He had taken her love for granted, assuming her calm demeanor was just part of her character, not realizing how much effort and emotional investment lay behind it.
“Why didn’t she ever say anything?” Jasper whispered under his breath, his fingers trembling as they brushed over the crystal cufflinks in the box. He remembered the day he had lost them—he’d never even bothered to search for them. To think that Alice had kept them all this time felt surreal.
The idea of her crying over the necklace—an object he had made with Liana in mind—left a bitter taste in his mouth. It hadn’t even occurred to him that Alice might feel hurt by his actions. She had always been so composed, so self-contained. He had never questioned her feelings, too wrapped up in his own world. But now, everything seemed to be unraveling.
Jasper couldn’t stop the flood of regret from washing over him. He had taken everything Alice had done for him as mere duty. But she had loved him in her quiet, steadfast way, while he had been blind to it.
As Mrs. Rosie left the room, her disappointment heavy in the air, Jasper slowly turned and walked back to the living room. His heart felt like it was sinking with every step. He had messed up. He had pushed Alice away when she needed him most, and now she was gone.
His thoughts then shifted to Liana. He had been so consumed with his desire to help her, to be there for her, that he hadn’t considered the cost of his actions. Liana, with all her emotional turmoil, had become his focal point. But was it all worth it? Was he making the right choices, or was he simply running from his own mistakes?
Jasper’s fingers gripped the edge of the coffee table, his gaze fixed on the suit Alice had given him. Even now, after everything that had happened, there was a part of him that appreciated her thoughtfulness. It was the suit she had given him as a gift, and it seemed almost symbolic—her care and attention to detail in a world he had neglected.
Was there a chance, even a small one, that he could make things right? Would Alice ever let him in again, or had he burned that bridge for good?
The silence in the room felt suffocating as Jasper sat down, his thoughts swirling. He needed to figure out what to do next, but he didn’t know where to start. The path forward was unclear, and the regret gnawing at him made everything seem more complicated than ever.
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