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Jasper’s mind was in turmoil as he stepped into the car, still feeling the weight of the night pressing down on him. Landon’s words echoed in his mind, his friend’s casual yet pointed remarks digging deep into his conscience.
“Doesn’t care anymore…” The phrase repeated over and over again.
As the car drove away from the club, the strobe lights and the sounds of laughter from the nightlife fading behind him, Jasper felt like he was sinking further into his own abyss. The image of Alice, her eyes filled with resignation, flashed in his mind.
What had he done to her? How many times had he failed her? How many times had his words and actions pushed her further away, until she no longer cared enough to fight for him?
His grip tightened on his phone. She’s already divorced you… Landon had said it so matter-of-factly, like it was a simple truth. The thought made Jasper’s chest tighten with guilt. Was it really over for Alice? Did she truly feel nothing anymore?
The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat, but it did little to numb the sharp pang of regret that cut through him like a blade. He had chosen to believe in Liana, to support her, but was it all just a mask, a story she had told him? And Alice—was she really as indifferent as Landon made it seem, or had she simply been broken by everything that had happened?
Jasper leaned his head back against the headrest, his mind a storm of confusion and unresolved emotions. Why did she admit it? he couldn’t stop asking himself. Why didn’t she fight back?
The truth was a bitter pill, one he couldn’t swallow no matter how much he tried.
Alice had been his anchor, the person who had understood him in ways no one else ever could. And yet, she had been left to pick up the pieces of their broken marriage while he had fallen into Liana’s trap.
Jasper’s thoughts wandered back to the time when he had been at his lowest, teetering on the edge of despair, when Liana had been there, the one to pull him back from the brink. But had he made a mistake in clinging to that gratitude, to the promise he had made, rather than allowing himself to see the truth of who Liana had become?
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Was Liana really the same person who had once saved him, or had she changed in ways he couldn’t—or didn’t want to—see?
As the car pulled up to his estate, the harsh reality of his situation settled over him. His life had become a tangled mess of promises, lies, and unspoken truths. And Alice—Alice was the one left in the middle of it all, a casualty of his indecision.
The car door opened, and he stepped out, his movements stiff, as though each step weighed heavier than the last.
Inside the house, everything seemed colder, emptier. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Alice had been right all along—maybe he had never truly understood her. He had betrayed her trust in ways he didn’t even fully grasp, and now she had distanced herself. Now she had walked away.
Jasper ran a hand through his hair, frustration boiling inside him. He needed answers. He needed to speak to Alice, to make sense of the mess he had made. But deep down, he feared that no matter what he did now, it might be too late to fix it.
His thoughts kept spiraling, but one thing remained clear: He couldn’t let her go.
He had to find her. He had to apologize. He had to make things right.
But as he walked into his empty house, the truth weighed down on him even more heavily: Could she ever forgive him?
And that question was the one he feared the most.