He trod carefully, terrified I might leave him.
I had always been uncompromising—once betrayed, I never looked back.
But with Jasper, I hesitated.
In my mind, two versions of him were battling it out: the Jasper from my childhood and the Jasper standing before me now. In the end, I relented.
“Cut ties with her completely, Jasper. You only get this one chance.”
Jasper nodded eagerly and deleted every trace of Molly’s contact information right in front of me.
But now, staring at this photo was like a slap to my face—a loud, humiliating one.
Jasper lied to me again.
Those hickeys on her neck painted a vivid picture of their passion from the night before.
I took a deep breath and dialed a number I hadn’t called in a long time.
“Professor Thomas, you mentioned six months ago that I could apply for an overseas exchange program. Is that opportunity still available?”
“The program from six months ago has already ended,” James Thomas replied. “But if you’re interested, there’s another option. You could go to Ashford for a three-year intensive program. But Selena, didn’t you say you were planning to start a family and wanted to put your design work on hold?”
In our second year of marriage, both families began pressuring us to have a child.
