Chapter 2

I boldly moved forward and saw that the phone was open to our chat.

The last message was me asking where the bar was.

Jasper didn’t say anything, just sent a location.

It was less than a half-hour drive from our wedding house.

Now, an hour had passed, and I still hadn’t arrived, nor sent any messages. Did he lose the bet and feel disappointed?

I won’t arrive.

I will never arrive.

You killed me.

I screamed, my voice loud, but no one heard.

After a few rounds of drinks, Hazel was out cold. Jasper carried her home, stumbling.

When I saw the specific door number, I screamed to stop Jasper.

"Jasper, no! You can’t bring her to our wedding house!"

I shouted desperately, but it changed nothing.

I watched helplessly as Jasper laid the drunken Hazel on the sofa, wiping her hands with a warm towel.

His gentle actions made it seem like she was the treasure in his hands.

I numbly raised my hand to my chest.

Can the dead still feel heartache?

Hazel clung to Jasper, whining, "Jasper, I feel awful, I want some hot soup."

Jasper chuckled, gently coaxing her to sleep in the bedroom.

I watched Jasper walk into the kitchen, skillfully chopping vegetables, lighting the stove...

In no time, he brought out a bowl of hangover soup.

He softly coaxed Hazel, "Here, drink some soup, your headache will go away."

Hazel refused to drink herself, so Jasper fed her spoonful by spoonful.

The atmosphere was intimate and warm, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, breathing was difficult.

Memories overlapped with the current scene.

That year, Jasper’s family had a sudden change, and Hazel went abroad and got married.

Jasper became despondent, drinking, fighting, self-harming...

I stayed with him, enduring those dark times.

Later, he started his own business, and I accompanied him, navigating social gatherings.

Jasper saw how I suffered from hangovers and learned to make this hangover soup out of concern.

Maybe those who are favored become fearless. I thought Jasper loved me, and I would tug on his sleeve and pout.

"Will you only ever make it for me?" He laughed softly: "Sure, I'll only make it for you."

The sweet and sour taste mixed with Jasper’s gentle laughter reached my heart.

But now, it turns out, I wasn’t the one who was favored.

Hazel was the one who had all of Jasper’s sweetness.

I couldn’t bear to see Jasper be good to others, especially Hazel.

Instinctively, I wanted to escape.

I ran desperately towards the door, only to be pulled back by an unseen force each time.

The tearing pain spread through my body.

After several attempts, I was exhausted and finally realized I couldn’t leave Jasper.

I blankly watched the two of them, my boyfriend carefully tending to his lost and found treasure.

"Jasper, all these years I’ve never forgotten you. I’m divorced now, can we be together?" Hazel confessed directly.

Jasper stared into her eyes for a few seconds, and I held my breath.

"So do I."

He replied deeply.

Hazel smiled immediately, but her smile faded as if she remembered something.

"What about Lydia? She’s been with you for so many years."