I Raised His Dead Mistress's Twins - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Jasper, are you doubting me… or doubting yourself?"
I dropped the playful smirk and met his gaze with quiet intensity.
"For the past six months, you've been my rock. You dragged me out of the darkness. You made me believe in hope again." I took a breath. "So tell me—would you spend the rest of your life with me?"
His eyes reddened instantly, and he yanked me into a crushing embrace.
"From the second I found you in Beaufort," he murmured into my hair, "I knew I had to be the one you leaned on."
And just like that, Jasper and I were official.
Those six months abroad taught me how to live—not just survive. I brought Dad overseas for treatment, finally carving out a life for myself. No more shackles to those twins. No more chains to Theo.
Then one afternoon, as I left campus, a classmate called out:
"Zara! There's some guy asking for you by the lecture hall. You might wanna check it out."
The second I saw Theo, disgust coiled in my gut.
"Zara—it is you." He approached like I might bolt, and damn, had he withered. The cocky glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something skittish, almost desperate.
I couldn't care less about his sob story.
"What do you want?" My voice was ice. "If it's about the divorce papers, email them." I turned on my heel.
"Wait!" He lunged in front of me. "Please—just hear me out. I flew here to apologize." His voice cracked, eyes glistening. "About Mira… God, it was all a lie. My fault. I didn't see her for what she was until it was too late."
A bitter edge crept in when he said her name, but then the tears spilled over.
"Every day since you left, I've—" He swallowed hard. "This apology doesn't fix anything, but I mean it. Those nine years? You were the only one who ever mattered. Give me another chance, Zara. I'll do right by you. I swear."
With a thud, he dropped to his knees.
"I've never regretted anything more." His voice was raw. "I miss you." A tear splattered the pavement as he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a tattered photo—the one the twins had shredded.
I took it, but a cold laugh escaped me.
"You think this changes anything? That kneeling and crying undoes what you did?" I shoved the photo back at him. "Love? Don't insult me, Theo. You killed whatever I felt for you. All that's left is contempt."
I jerked free, but he grabbed me from behind, arms locking like a vise.
"No!" His breath was hot against my neck. "I love you—I'll give you everything—"
"Let go!" I clawed at his hands, but he only tightened his grip.
I dropped the playful smirk and met his gaze with quiet intensity.
"For the past six months, you've been my rock. You dragged me out of the darkness. You made me believe in hope again." I took a breath. "So tell me—would you spend the rest of your life with me?"
His eyes reddened instantly, and he yanked me into a crushing embrace.
"From the second I found you in Beaufort," he murmured into my hair, "I knew I had to be the one you leaned on."
And just like that, Jasper and I were official.
Those six months abroad taught me how to live—not just survive. I brought Dad overseas for treatment, finally carving out a life for myself. No more shackles to those twins. No more chains to Theo.
Then one afternoon, as I left campus, a classmate called out:
"Zara! There's some guy asking for you by the lecture hall. You might wanna check it out."
The second I saw Theo, disgust coiled in my gut.
"Zara—it is you." He approached like I might bolt, and damn, had he withered. The cocky glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something skittish, almost desperate.
I couldn't care less about his sob story.
"What do you want?" My voice was ice. "If it's about the divorce papers, email them." I turned on my heel.
"Wait!" He lunged in front of me. "Please—just hear me out. I flew here to apologize." His voice cracked, eyes glistening. "About Mira… God, it was all a lie. My fault. I didn't see her for what she was until it was too late."
A bitter edge crept in when he said her name, but then the tears spilled over.
"Every day since you left, I've—" He swallowed hard. "This apology doesn't fix anything, but I mean it. Those nine years? You were the only one who ever mattered. Give me another chance, Zara. I'll do right by you. I swear."
With a thud, he dropped to his knees.
"I've never regretted anything more." His voice was raw. "I miss you." A tear splattered the pavement as he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a tattered photo—the one the twins had shredded.
I took it, but a cold laugh escaped me.
"You think this changes anything? That kneeling and crying undoes what you did?" I shoved the photo back at him. "Love? Don't insult me, Theo. You killed whatever I felt for you. All that's left is contempt."
I jerked free, but he grabbed me from behind, arms locking like a vise.
"No!" His breath was hot against my neck. "I love you—I'll give you everything—"
"Let go!" I clawed at his hands, but he only tightened his grip.
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