Yesterday, a woman named Molly Fox came to find me. She claimed to be Jasper Brook’s girlfriend and demanded I step out of their lives.
At first, I was stunned. Then it hit me that Jasper had been unfaithful.
The woman tilted her chin slightly, her eyes gleaming with a brazen confidence that came from being doted on. Before I could fully grasp the situation, she splashed a cup of warm coffee on me.
“Hey, did you hear me? I’m telling you to divorce Jasper. I’m going to marry him.”
The brown liquid stained the white dress I just bought, and the dampness on my face made me look utterly disheveled.
As if that wasn’t enough, she brazenly caressed her stomach, ignoring the curious stares of those around us.
“I’m pregnant and want my child to have a proper family. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to confront you. I know you and Jasper grew up together and have been married for six years, but you’ve been together with him too long. All Jasper feels for you now is kinship, not love.
“You should act wisely and leave him. If you do, I might persuade him to give you a generous settlement. If not, don’t blame me when he throws you out with nothing.”
Jasper? Throwing me out?
A laugh bubbled up inside me, sharp and sudden.
The woman pointed at me, looking furious. “What’s so funny, you lunatic?”
I locked eyes with her. She had a delicate face, like a porcelain doll—pure and fragile, but clearly lacking common sense.
I smiled. “Sweetie, does Jasper know you’ve come to find me?”
Her face flushed red with anger, and she started hurling insults at me.
Tilting my head, I glanced past her and spotted Jasper striding over with a dark expression.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the woman’s wrist and slapped her hard. Her cheek swelled instantly, and a thin line of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
