POV: JASMINE
"Why did you shut me out, Jasmine?" His voice wasn't angry anymore–it was low, almost broken, and it hit deeper than the yelling ever could. He dragged a hand through his damp hair, fingers tightening in frustration before he let them drop to his sides. "Why?"
I scoffed. God, he was unbelievable.
"Why don't you go spend more quality time with your fiancée?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. "Maybe she'll help you forget that I even exist," I said, holding his gaze and hoping I looked as serious as I wished I looked.
His brows pulled together as if the words physically pained him. "It's not what you think, baby. Let me explain. Please. The earlier I accepted this, the better for me. For us."
"Don't," I cut in quickly before losing my nerve. "Don't give me that line, Alaric. Don't you dare try to fix this with sweet words and that look on your face."
"Jasmine-"
