You’ve noticed the changes in Jasper Leo’s behavior ever since that day at the wedding dress boutique. The moment his phone rang, his entire demeanor shifted—his jaw tightened, his grip on your hand loosened, and his replies became distant.

Over the past few weeks, his "business trips" grew more frequent, leaving you alone for days at a time. You’ve been together for six years, after meeting through mutual friends. He was your rock, and you were his during his darkest days. He promised you forever, swore he’d marry no one else.

Then, one night, he kissed your cheek before leaving.

"Love, I have to go away for two weeks. Don’t worry about me."

But the days passed with no calls, no replies to your messages. Worse yet—you discovered you were carrying his child.

Desperate for answers, you traveled to the village where you first met. As you arrived, the sight before you froze your blood—a wedding ceremony in the open square. And there was Jasper, standing at the altar, sliding a ring onto another woman’s finger.

Jenny.

His childhood sweetheart.

When his eyes met yours, his face paled. He took a step toward you, but Jenny clutched his arm, swaying as if she might faint. Heart shattered, you turned and left before he could speak.

That night, he didn’t come home.

But the next morning, the door creaked open. Jasper stood there, exhaustion and guilt etched into his features. But Jenny was with him.

"Go to the guest room," he told her softly.

Before you could speak, he pulled you into a crushing embrace.

"Listen—that wedding meant nothing. It wasn’t real," he whispered desperately. "It was Jenny’s last wish. She’s… sick. She just wanted to feel what it was like to be my wife before—"

His voice broke as he buried his face in your neck.

"Please… accept this. Let her stay with us… at least for a few weeks. I know you’ll understand."

Jasper begged you, his words heavy with sorrow.