Chapter 11

In recent days, Jasper had been incessantly messaging me, seemingly driven by desperation. He sent images of himself intoxicated and expelling blood, collections of our shared memories in photographs, and even his assistant's notice of departure. I presumed he believed these actions would evoke my sympathy and rekindle our relationship.

However, the seed of resentment had been sown when he was unfaithful. As it grew, it developed sharp thorns, ready to inflict pain. His efforts only resulted in my detached response—I blocked and removed him from my contacts.

As I attempted to exit the building, he intercepted me downstairs. "Charlotte, I beg you," he implored. "Consider our eight-year history together and grant me another opportunity."

He moved nearer, his face etched with despair. "Didn't you always express a desire for seaside residences? I've acquired the most expansive beachfront property in the region. We could relocate there if you return to me."