Chapter 8
Carl’s words undoubtedly pushed Jasmine into the spotlight.
People nearby began whispering and pointing, hurling cruel comments at her like knives.
“How heartless can she be? She tried to push a girl to her death!”
“She’s got depression. Couldn’t you have talked things through?”
03
Jasmine was the one injured, the one whose wounds had reopened, but Carl didn’t notice, and she didn’t feel like explaining.
Even if she did, he wouldn’t believe her.
Jasmine left the hospital silently.
Not long after she got home, Carl also returned. He stood by the window, changing into pajamas. Glancing at the garden, he looked confused. “What happened to the jasmine flowers? Why are they all gone?”
They’d gone for three days, and he just noticed it.
Without looking up, Jasmine said flatly, “They got a fungus and died.”
Carl didn’t question it and tossed his clothes into the laundry bin. “TL plant the new ones for you later.”
Then, he turned and went into the bathroom.
When the sound of running water came from inside, Jasmine’s phone
rang. It was her lawyer.
“Ms. Mendoza, the divorce paperwork is nearly ready on Mr. Sinclair’s end. Should we let him know now?”
Jasmine replied calmly. “No. Let him know tomorrow. You can choose. the time.”
As she ended the call, Carl walked out of the bathroom, water dripping from his hair. sliding down his muscular chest, and disappearing into his robe.
Jasmine had no interest in looking at it.
It was ironic. Back then, she’d done everything she could to get close to Carl, but he never wanted her. Now, he was the one trying.
As he approached, Jasmine said expressionlessly, “I don’t want to. My injury still hurts.”
She stood up to leave, but he yanked her back with a sneer. “Stop playing hard to get. Jasmine. If you didn’t want this, then why work so hard to climb into my bed before? Don’t test my patience, or I may
Jasmine scoffed, anger rising inside her.
She wondered why he acted like she still needed him after everything he’d done.
“I won’t regret it. And I won’t bother you anymore.”
Carl frowned, clearly annoyed. “Jasmine, you-”
Before he finished, his phone rang.
A panicked nurse’s voice came through. “Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Lawrence heard you were staying with Ms. Mendoza tonight. She tried to kill herself and cut her wrists.”
Carl’s eyes went red. He suddenly grabbed Jasmine’s neck.
“Did you tell Whitney about this?”
Jasmine’s face turned red as she struggled to breathe. Carl’s face started to blur in her vision.
Just when she thought he would kill her, he let go and shoved her to the floor. “If something happens to Whitney, I’ll make you pay.”
Jasmine gasped for breath as she looked up and saw Carl storming off.
Just then, her phone lit up with a message.
“Jasmine, you’ll never be good enough to compete with me.”
It was from Whitney, but Jasmine didn’t respond to her provocation.
Her body was already so used to the pain that it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing could hurt her now.
She just felt bad for the pretty bow the doctor had tied over her bandage.
Carl didn’t come back that night. Jasmine couldn’t sleep because of how badly she hurt. She finally decided to get up and start packing. She didn’t want to leave behind anything that would remind her of him.
At 3:00 a.m., she burned all the photos and gifts Carl had given her.
Chapter 8
At 4:00 a.m., she tossed her clothes and toiletries into the trash.
At 5:00 a.m., she started filling her suitcase.
At 6:00 a.m., she was ready to leave and called a taxi to the airport.
Before leaving the Sinclair’s manor, she looked back at the bedroom. one last time. It had once been her favorite place because Carl had been. there. But now, she realized that nothing mattered more than herself.
Then. Jasmine remembered her father’s illness. After thinking for a bit, she made one last call to Carl.
His voice was full of annoyance. “Jasmine, what now? Whitney is in the hospital. It’s serious. I don’t have time to deal with you.”
Before she could speak, he hung up.
Chapter 8
Carl’s words undoubtedly pushed Jasmine into the spotlight.
People nearby began whispering and pointing, hurling cruel comments at her like knives.
“How heartless can she be? She tried to push a girl to her death!”
“She’s got depression. Couldn’t you have talked things through?”
03
Jasmine was the one injured, the one whose wounds had reopened, but Carl didn’t notice, and she didn’t feel like explaining.
Even if she did, he wouldn’t believe her.
Jasmine left the hospital silently.
Not long after she got home, Carl also returned. He stood by the window, changing into pajamas. Glancing at the garden, he looked confused. “What happened to the jasmine flowers? Why are they all gone?”
They’d gone for three days, and he just noticed it.
Without looking up, Jasmine said flatly, “They got a fungus and died.”
Carl didn’t question it and tossed his clothes into the laundry bin. “TL plant the new ones for you later.”
Then, he turned and went into the bathroom.
When the sound of running water came from inside, Jasmine’s phone
rang. It was her lawyer.
“Ms. Mendoza, the divorce paperwork is nearly ready on Mr. Sinclair’s end. Should we let him know now?”
Jasmine replied calmly. “No. Let him know tomorrow. You can choose. the time.”
As she ended the call, Carl walked out of the bathroom, water dripping from his hair. sliding down his muscular chest, and disappearing into his robe.
Jasmine had no interest in looking at it.
It was ironic. Back then, she’d done everything she could to get close to Carl, but he never wanted her. Now, he was the one trying.
As he approached, Jasmine said expressionlessly, “I don’t want to. My injury still hurts.”
She stood up to leave, but he yanked her back with a sneer. “Stop playing hard to get. Jasmine. If you didn’t want this, then why work so hard to climb into my bed before? Don’t test my patience, or I may
Jasmine scoffed, anger rising inside her.
She wondered why he acted like she still needed him after everything he’d done.
“I won’t regret it. And I won’t bother you anymore.”
Carl frowned, clearly annoyed. “Jasmine, you-”
Before he finished, his phone rang.
A panicked nurse’s voice came through. “Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Lawrence heard you were staying with Ms. Mendoza tonight. She tried to kill herself and cut her wrists.”
Carl’s eyes went red. He suddenly grabbed Jasmine’s neck.
“Did you tell Whitney about this?”
Jasmine’s face turned red as she struggled to breathe. Carl’s face started to blur in her vision.
Just when she thought he would kill her, he let go and shoved her to the floor. “If something happens to Whitney, I’ll make you pay.”
Jasmine gasped for breath as she looked up and saw Carl storming off.
Just then, her phone lit up with a message.
“Jasmine, you’ll never be good enough to compete with me.”
It was from Whitney, but Jasmine didn’t respond to her provocation.
Her body was already so used to the pain that it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing could hurt her now.
She just felt bad for the pretty bow the doctor had tied over her bandage.
Carl didn’t come back that night. Jasmine couldn’t sleep because of how badly she hurt. She finally decided to get up and start packing. She didn’t want to leave behind anything that would remind her of him.
At 3:00 a.m., she burned all the photos and gifts Carl had given her.
Chapter 8
At 4:00 a.m., she tossed her clothes and toiletries into the trash.
At 5:00 a.m., she started filling her suitcase.
At 6:00 a.m., she was ready to leave and called a taxi to the airport.
Before leaving the Sinclair’s manor, she looked back at the bedroom. one last time. It had once been her favorite place because Carl had been. there. But now, she realized that nothing mattered more than herself.
Then. Jasmine remembered her father’s illness. After thinking for a bit, she made one last call to Carl.
His voice was full of annoyance. “Jasmine, what now? Whitney is in the hospital. It’s serious. I don’t have time to deal with you.”
Before she could speak, he hung up.
Staring at the screen, Jasmine gave a bitter laugh.
At that moment, whatever love she had left for Carl vanished.
She blocked his number, removed her SIM card, and tossed it into the trash. Then, she got into the taxi and headed to the airport.
She’d never see Carl again.
Staring at the screen, Jasmine gave a bitter laugh.
At that moment, whatever love she had left for Carl vanished.
She blocked his number, removed her SIM card, and tossed it into the trash. Then, she got into the taxi and headed to the airport.
She’d never see Carl again.
