JASMINE POVThe dinner went smoothly after that. Mrs. Stone didn’t say another word. Instead, she kept sending me small, poisonous glares across the table. I guess no one had ever dared talk back to her before, judging by how she looked like she needed the whole day to recover.William’s father, on the other hand, was nice, diplomatic even. He did not mention the scandal or my previous marriage. Instead, he told me the wedding would be at the family’s ancestral estate as it was their family’s tradition to marry there. Honestly, I didn’t care where the wedding took place, as that was the least of my worries.Right now, my phone screen was lighting up with something worse: a picture of Martin and Kimberly kissing and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world.Kimberly was wearing the bracelet Martin had bought her two years ago.I remembered that bracelet too well. Because that year, months before her birthday, mine had come and gone with nothing but an excuse. No dinner. No flo
WILLIAM’S POV. “Thank you for inviting me,” Martin said, smiling and shaking my hand.I nodded once, keeping my face neutral, then shielded my eyes from the blazing sun. “Have you ever played golf before?” I asked casually. He nodded a little too fast. “Yes… I only started playing a couple of months ago,” he said, and despite his smile, I caught the slight tremor in his voice. He was nervous. Good.I turned toward the small tent a few feet away, where Mateo sat, lazily sipping whiskey, looking like he owned the world.“That’s my friend and business partner, Mateo,” I said, tilting my head toward him. “He will be joining us today.”Mateo lifted his glass in a lazy salute, his sharp eyes hidden behind dark shades.“Start first,” I said to Martin, stepping aside and handing him the first move like a king indulging a jester.Martin nodded again and took his position, setting up the ball with the care of a man who knew every move was being watched.Mateo chuckled under his breath and sai
JASMINE POV.William had gone out to golf with Martin, leaving me alone in the house with Anna, the maid, who made it very obvious she didn’t like me. I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms clammy, bouncing my knee anxiously. I hated feeling helpless and unsure, but I couldn’t stop overthinking everything.What if Martin started suspecting? What if William slipped? What if Martin realized we were working together before signing the contract?I dragged my hands through my hair in frustration.William wouldn’t screw it up… right?He was colder, sharper, and better at playing games than me. I needed to trust him.Still, the nervous energy under my skin wouldn’t let up.“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, sitting alone in this big mansion waiting on William was doing me no good. I needed to do something to keep my mind active, and there was only one thing that cleared my head whenever I was feeling anxious, and that was ice skating. Without thinking twice, I stormed out of the room a
JASMINE POV. I gripped the steering wheel tightly; my vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if I missed a turn or if I ended up lost. At least if I were lost, no one would see me falling apart. I had asked to drive alone for this very reason. I couldn’t bear the humiliation of a stranger sitting in silence beside me, pretending not to notice my heart breaking in real time.I couldn’t believe Kiara could say that to my face when she knew how much I wanted a child. No matter what had happened between us, there was no reason for her to bring up my infertility. No excuse. No justification. Not after everything we had shared and all the nights, I had cried on her shoulder.I couldn’t believe I had once called that woman family, that I had once looked at her and thought, She’s the one person who would never hurt me. I wiped angrily at my cheeks, but the tears kept falling, making it hard to see the road clearly. Suddenly, a cat and a tiny kitten darted across the roa
JASMINE POV.I opened my eyes as sunlight poured through the curtains. William was no longer beside me, but his side of the bed was still warm, indicating He hadn’t been long since he left the bed. I yawned, still feeling the sadness from last night. My eyes were aching, and I had a headache. I sat up and took a deep breath, remembering how William had found me last night, and my cheek heated up in embarrassment. He had seen me in one of my rarest forms, and I wondered if he would judge me for it. I walked to my bag, reaching for the small zipped compartment where I hid my anxiety medication. I hated this part of myself: the pills, the dependency, and the stigma that came with it. For most of my teenage years and well into my adult life, I relied on them to silence the noise in my head. They made me feel defective, so I rarely spoke about it. I looked at the bottle still sealed in its pack and felt a rush of anger, remembering how Kimberly and Martin had used it against me. I hisse
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND OF FIVE YEARS CHEATS ON YOU WITH ANOTHER WOMAN? NOT JUST ANY WOMAN—HIS COUSIN.What do you think would be the most natural reaction for a woman to have? Cry? Scream? Turn her back and walk away? Or maybe jump on the both of them and beat their asses?Maybe you would choose one of those. Maybe you would think that’s what I would do. But I didn’t.Instead, I closed the bedroom door as if I hadn’t just seen my husband, the man I built a life with naked in bed with another woman and made my way to the kitchen. I should pick up a knife and make his heart hurt the way mine does right now, carve the pain into his skin so he understands. But I didn’t.Instead, I went to the cellar and pulled out the most expensive bottle of wine we owned—one I had kept for a special occasion. And in a way, today was a special occasion. It’s not every day you catch your perfect, doting husband screwing another woman in your marital bed. If someone had told me that Martin—the m
JASMINE’S POVI tried to stay composed and not show how much I was hurting, but when she called me a worthless whore, I snapped. I could not take the disrespect any longer. I picked up the wine bottle and hurled it in her direction. She managed to dodge it just in time, but not without a shard of glass cutting her cheek. A small sense of satisfaction bloomed within me.Are you crazy?!” Martin yelled as he wrapped his arms around Kimberly like she was a delicate flower. She clung to him, whimpering—probably more for effect than actual pain.Crazy? He had the audacity to call me crazy?“No, let me show you what crazy looks like,” I hissed, picking up a baseball bat resting on the fridge and dragging it slowly across the floor. His eyes widened in fear as I stepped closer. Good. Let him be scared. Let him feel even a fraction of what I was feeling.But I wasn’t going to swing it at them. No. That would make me the villain. Instead, I turned and swung the bat at the nearest wedding phot
THREE MONTHS LATERJASMINE’S POV“The court has given their order for you to be discharged. You can go now.” The doctor announced. I nod stiffly. “Thank you,” I say, though I don’t mean it. What am I thanking him for? For disregarding the truth? For playing Martin’s game? For watching as I rotted in here, day after day, knowing I didn’t belong?I pick up the only things I have left: a single wrinkled gown, my old jacket, and my iPhone. That’s it. Three months ago, I had a home, a husband, a life, and a flourishing business. Now, all I have is this.The first few weeks in the ward had been depressing. Martin had bribed everyone, even the doctors, spinning a lie where I was the unstable, violent ex-wife who needed to be locked away. My legal team abandoned me. The media swallowed his lies whole, painting me as some deranged woman who couldn’t handle a divorce. My name was dragged through the mud whenever I turned on the news.Jasmine Carter: From Wealthy Socialite to Violent Lunatic.J
JASMINE POV.I opened my eyes as sunlight poured through the curtains. William was no longer beside me, but his side of the bed was still warm, indicating He hadn’t been long since he left the bed. I yawned, still feeling the sadness from last night. My eyes were aching, and I had a headache. I sat up and took a deep breath, remembering how William had found me last night, and my cheek heated up in embarrassment. He had seen me in one of my rarest forms, and I wondered if he would judge me for it. I walked to my bag, reaching for the small zipped compartment where I hid my anxiety medication. I hated this part of myself: the pills, the dependency, and the stigma that came with it. For most of my teenage years and well into my adult life, I relied on them to silence the noise in my head. They made me feel defective, so I rarely spoke about it. I looked at the bottle still sealed in its pack and felt a rush of anger, remembering how Kimberly and Martin had used it against me. I hisse
JASMINE POV. I gripped the steering wheel tightly; my vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if I missed a turn or if I ended up lost. At least if I were lost, no one would see me falling apart. I had asked to drive alone for this very reason. I couldn’t bear the humiliation of a stranger sitting in silence beside me, pretending not to notice my heart breaking in real time.I couldn’t believe Kiara could say that to my face when she knew how much I wanted a child. No matter what had happened between us, there was no reason for her to bring up my infertility. No excuse. No justification. Not after everything we had shared and all the nights, I had cried on her shoulder.I couldn’t believe I had once called that woman family, that I had once looked at her and thought, She’s the one person who would never hurt me. I wiped angrily at my cheeks, but the tears kept falling, making it hard to see the road clearly. Suddenly, a cat and a tiny kitten darted across the roa
JASMINE POV.William had gone out to golf with Martin, leaving me alone in the house with Anna, the maid, who made it very obvious she didn’t like me. I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms clammy, bouncing my knee anxiously. I hated feeling helpless and unsure, but I couldn’t stop overthinking everything.What if Martin started suspecting? What if William slipped? What if Martin realized we were working together before signing the contract?I dragged my hands through my hair in frustration.William wouldn’t screw it up… right?He was colder, sharper, and better at playing games than me. I needed to trust him.Still, the nervous energy under my skin wouldn’t let up.“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, sitting alone in this big mansion waiting on William was doing me no good. I needed to do something to keep my mind active, and there was only one thing that cleared my head whenever I was feeling anxious, and that was ice skating. Without thinking twice, I stormed out of the room a
WILLIAM’S POV. “Thank you for inviting me,” Martin said, smiling and shaking my hand.I nodded once, keeping my face neutral, then shielded my eyes from the blazing sun. “Have you ever played golf before?” I asked casually. He nodded a little too fast. “Yes… I only started playing a couple of months ago,” he said, and despite his smile, I caught the slight tremor in his voice. He was nervous. Good.I turned toward the small tent a few feet away, where Mateo sat, lazily sipping whiskey, looking like he owned the world.“That’s my friend and business partner, Mateo,” I said, tilting my head toward him. “He will be joining us today.”Mateo lifted his glass in a lazy salute, his sharp eyes hidden behind dark shades.“Start first,” I said to Martin, stepping aside and handing him the first move like a king indulging a jester.Martin nodded again and took his position, setting up the ball with the care of a man who knew every move was being watched.Mateo chuckled under his breath and sai
JASMINE POVThe dinner went smoothly after that. Mrs. Stone didn’t say another word. Instead, she kept sending me small, poisonous glares across the table. I guess no one had ever dared talk back to her before, judging by how she looked like she needed the whole day to recover.William’s father, on the other hand, was nice, diplomatic even. He did not mention the scandal or my previous marriage. Instead, he told me the wedding would be at the family’s ancestral estate as it was their family’s tradition to marry there. Honestly, I didn’t care where the wedding took place, as that was the least of my worries.Right now, my phone screen was lighting up with something worse: a picture of Martin and Kimberly kissing and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world.Kimberly was wearing the bracelet Martin had bought her two years ago.I remembered that bracelet too well. Because that year, months before her birthday, mine had come and gone with nothing but an excuse. No dinner. No flo
JASMINE POV“We will be going to see my family this evening,” William said casually as soon as Gaston left.I blinked, completely thrown off guard. “Uhm? What?” I scrambled to sit up straighter. “Why?”He cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that obvious? We are getting married. It’s only normal for you to meet my parents.”“It’s a fake wedding. I don’t think that’s necessary,” I frowned.When William proposed this arrangement, I pictured a quiet wedding ceremony with no one else involved except a lawyer. I had not envisioned making a luxurious wedding dress or seeing his parents. I had been so caught up in my revenge that I hadn’t seen how deep this charade would go.“Can’t we just skip that part?” I asked.He gave me a look like I was being dense. “You have been married before. Why are you acting like you don’t know how weddings work? You meet my parents, I meet yours. We do the wedding. We stay married until we both fulfill our end of the deal. Then we divorce. It’s quite straightforward if y
JASMINE POV. “Ma’am, please wake up,” a voice said softly, followed by a light nudge on my shoulder. I stirred with a yawn, stretching my arms overhead as my mind adjusted to the unfamiliar space. Right—William’s house. William’s bedroom, to be specific. A middle-aged woman stood over me, her lips pressed into a tight line, her hands clasped in front of her like she was trying very hard not to wrinkle her apron. “Who are you?” I asked, blinking against the morning light. She straightened her spine, lifted her chin slightly, and said in a clipped tone, “I’m Anna. The housekeeper. I tend to this house.” “Oh. I’m Jasmine—” I stopped myself before adding Carter. The way her eyes scanned me from the top of my bedhead down to my bare legs told me she already knew who I was. And she didn’t like it. Her nose twitched the way people do when they smell something unpleasant but are too polite to say it. I cleared my throat. “Is there a reason you woke me?” She offered a smile that didn’t
WILLIAM STONE. I was uncuffing the sleeve of my long-sleeved shirt. Today had been long and stressful, and my social battery had run dry. Even though my job requires me to meet and talk to a lot of people, I still always hate it—mainly because it involves a group of power hungry individuals who were primarily attracted to my money. None of them cared about my personal life. And if they did, it was only to see what piece of information they could dig up and sell to make money off it. Earlier, I noticed the look of shock when I walked into the masquerade ball, hand in hand with Jasmine. No one had ever seen me at a social event with a woman before, and rumors had long whispered that I might be gay. But now, with news of my marriage spreading, those whispers would finally die down—not that I ever cared what they thought. The society mamas who had hoped I would choose one of their daughters wore thin smiles and disappointed eyes. And I knew, at that very moment, a dozen speculations w
JASMINE’S POV“Take my hand,” William murmured. I slid my fingers into his, letting him lead me into the ballroom. This was his night—the opening of his second luxury hotel in the city. The event was strictly invitation-only, a gathering of the elite, where people sipped on aged champagne and whispered deals that could change entire industries.After William’s speech, a line of eager businessmen flocked to him like moths to a flame, each one desperate to strike a deal, hoping to catch even a sliver of his wealth. I wasn’t paying much attention to any of it. My only focus was on one man only.Martin.There he was, my cheating, scheming, spineless ex-husband, strolling toward us with his arm hooked around Kimberly’s waist like a prize he’d won. I gripped my champagne glass too tight, fingers trembling with the urge to throw it straight at his smug face. William must have noticed my discomfort because he pulled me closer to himself.“Mr. Stone,” Martin greeted with too much enthusiasm