Chapter 8
Yolanda’s panicked eyes betrayed her. The man, now desperate, threw himself at Colton’s feet.”
“Mr. Jagger, I was wrong. Really wrong! Please, forgive me. I don’t want the money, I never should’ve taken it! This was all Yolanda! She made up the rumors, she planned everything!
“Everyone saw what happened to your wife! You know Yolanda wanted to kill her! Even if I had a hundred lives, I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Mrs. Jagger!“}
Colton let out a cold chuckle. “So, if she wasn’t my wife, you would’ve?“}
“N–No! That’s not-”
Colton didn’t wait for an excuse. With a single look, his bodyguards stepped in, covering the man’s mouth and dragging him out like garbage.[
Just then, his assistant hurried forward, holding something carefully in his hands. “Sir, we found the finger. The ambulance is waiting outside.“}
Colton gave a slight nod, then knelt down, lifting my barely conscious body into his arms. His gaze swept across the room like he was looking at nothing but dead men.”
Then, to his assistant. “Stay behind and handle it. Let everyone here understand the cost of my wife’s finger.“”
The ballroom doors slammed shut behind us. A row of bodyguards stood in formation, blocking the exit. No one was leaving untouched.
When I woke up, the first thing I heard was shouting outside my hospital room.
Then, the door burst open. Jason stood there, still in his wedding suit, now wrinkled, dirty, completely disheveled.
His hands clutched a worn, crumpled talisman. His eyes were red, filled with something raw, something desperate.
“Whitney,” he rasped, stepping forward. “I remember. ”
His chest heaved. His fingers trembled around the talisman. “I got my memory back. I remember everything.“”
He swallowed hard, taking another step closer.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “So sorry. You’ve suffered so much. But it’s over now. I’m back* And I swear, I will never leave you again.“”
I just stared at him. Silent. Expressionless. Then my gaze dropped–to the talisman in his hand.
I knew that talisman. Five years ago, the day of the accident when he was dying, I had climbed nine thousand steps on my hands and knees, bloodied and broken, praying for him, begging for a miracle.”
I had fainted on that road, nearly died for that blessing. And now, he stood there, holding it. Like none of it had ever happened.
But he had already “died” once. And the amulet I had nearly died to get for him? He had laughed as he tore it to pieces in that video, letting it scatter like worthless scraps.
Now, he had gone through the trouble of putting it back together. But some things, once broken, could never be fixed.
“Jason, drop the act,” I said, my voice cold. “I know you never had amnesia. I’ve known since the day you faked your death in that car accident five years ago.“>
His expression cracked, the deep affection in his eyes flickering into pure panic. He lunged forward, reaching for my hand, but the second his gaze landed on my reattached fingers, he stopped dead.
His breath hitched and he let out a weak, bitter laugh.”
“So… you married my uncle just to punish me?” His voice shook. “Just to get revenge?”
I met his gaze without hesitation.
“I’m not you,” I said, my tone steady. “I fell in love with him.“”
Jason staggered back like I had slapped him. I thought that was the end of it. But a week later, when I was discharged from the hospital, he was waiting.”
Standing at the hospital gates, looking like a wreck. The second he saw me, he rushed forward. But before he could even touch my sleeve, Colton kicked him back.}
Jason hit the ground hard, but scrambled up instantly, eyes burning as he glared at Colton. “You bastard!” he spat. “You sent that video to Whitney, didn’t you? You did it on purpose!”
Then he turned to me, voice breaking.
“Whitney, Colton isn’t sincere! He’s been manipulating you this whole time! You’re being used-”
I stepped forward. Hope flashed in his eyes. Then I slapped him hard. The sharp crack echoed through the air.”
Jason stood there, stunned. I met his gaze, unwavering.”
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“Does it matter who sent the video?” My voice was steady, emotionless. “Did you or did you not fake your death?”
His throat bobbed, but no words came out. “Did you or did you not pretend to have amnesia?”
His hands clenched into fists.
“Did you or did you not spend five years with Yolanda while I mourned you?“{
His breathing turned ragged.”
“Did you or did you not cut off my finger?”
Silence. I let the moment hang between us before speaking again. “Jason, I’ll say this one last time, whatever we had ended five years ago.”
I took a step back.
“The man I love is Colton,” I said clearly. “He is my present, my future. From now on, I am your aunt, so watch your mouth and stop disgracing the Jagger Family.“”
