After Jasmine Warren left the bar, she couldn't stop crying.
"Jason Lockwood, you bastard! You absolute bastard! You son of a bitch! How could you tell me to find another man and get married?!"
"Jason Lockwood, what do you think I am? Huh? Jason... Jason..."
Her body slumped to the ground as she sobbed, her heart twisting into a painful knot.
'Why? Why is he treating me like this?'
Just then, a woman emerged from the bar. She held a wine glass in her hand, her cold eyes fixed on the weeping woman in the distance.
At first, she'd only run out of curiosity, just wanting to get a better look. Seeing another woman as miserable and tormented as herself was strangely satisfying. But when she heard the woman start shouting Jason Lockwood's name and crying so bitterly, she couldn't help but follow her out.
'I always thought no one could possibly like a cold-blooded, ruthless, and despicable scoundrel like Jason Lockwood. But it seems that's not the case.'
