Chapter 15
Martin’s gaze was cold and aloof. He used to have a soft spot for Alessa, but it was all gone now. He felt nothing but disgust when he looked at her. It was hard to believe that he did so much for her and hurt Jasmine over and over.
His clenched fists and icy expression sent a chill through Alessa’s heart. She had never seen this side of him. In the past, he had been nothing but nice to her, and he had done everything she asked him to.
However, everything went south because of Jasmine. Viciousness flashed in Alessa’s eyes. She wished desperately that she could tear Jasmine to pieces.
Needless to say, Martin caught the malice in her eyes. He resented only himself for it. It took him this long to finally see her true colors. Meanwhile, Jasmine suffered that much for no good reason.
He chuckled coldly, the sneer on his face enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
“It’s time you pay for everything you’ve done to Jasmine,” Martin said as he grabbed hold of Alessa, intending to drag her outside.
The rage he exhibited shocked her to her core. Casting her dignity aside, she frantically fought against him, trying but failing to break free of his grasp.
Eventually, Alessa was dragged out of his office, where several bodyguards rushed over to pin her to the floor.
“Since you love making people kneel so much, you’re going to kneel here until tomorrow,” Martin said. He then ordered his bodyguards to keep an eye on her before turning around and walking away, paying no heed to her desperate cries for mercy.
His mind was filled with thoughts about Jasmine. Once he admitted to loving her, it finally dawned on him just how ridiculously wrong he had been this whole time.
After their four years together, Martin couldn’t live without Jasmine anymore. It had been true for a long time now, and yet he just wouldn’t admit it. It wasn’t until he had lost her for good that he tasted the full bitterness of regret.
He was sitting in his car, and he slammed his fist hard on the steering wheel. Then, he snapped and threw out every decoration that Alessa placed. Jasmine hated all of that stuff, and he had to get rid of them now.
Without a care, he tossed everything out, including the plushies, cushions, and the snacks he went out of his way to purchase. The thing was, no matter how he looked at it, his car no longer held any memories of him and Jasmine
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They had shared countless intimate moments in the same car, yet he couldn’t find anything that reminded him of her.
At this moment, Martin finally knew what it felt like to be heartbroken. The emotion was too much to bear, and he took a crowbar and started smashing his car up, taking his frustration
out on it.
He didn’t stop until it was nothing but a wreck. That was when he drove another car back to his villa, only to find that it was plagued with the same problem. Everything in his place had been swapped out with things that Alessa liked.
She had only returned to Brindlea for a month, but she had effortlessly eclipsed Jasmine and the four years she had spent with him.
Martin’s eyes turned red. He stood in his villa, but he was having trouble breathing. The pink colors seemed so harsh that it felt like his heart was breaking all over again.
He flew into a frenzy, trying to find anything Jasmine might’ve left behind. He would’ve been content to find a hair band, but he just couldn’t find anything.
The sense of helplessness was overwhelming and suffocating. The only thing he could do was smash everything up to make himself feel better.
He didn’t dare to lie down and rest. The moment he closed his eyes, Jasmine would appear in
his mind.
That day, Martin saw her packing her stuff up, but he did nothing to stop her. He stood there and watched as she took every trace of herself away, leaving nothing behind.
An anguished, guttural roar escaped his throat. He wished to God he could travel to the past and confront his past self. He clearly was reluctant to see Jasmine leave. So, why? Why didn’t he do any goddamn thing about it?
Martin sat through the night in the villa, drawing what little warmth was left behind by Jasmine. As dawn cracked over the horizon, his assistant came over.
“Mr. Quinlan, it’s time to go to the company. Ms. Shaughnessy is still waiting for you,” she reminded him tactfully.
Martin raised his bloodshot eyes, his heart filled with nothing but resentment. Jasmine would never have left him if it weren’t for Alessa. It was all her fault.
“Get the car and take me to Quinlan Group,” he said, his voice hoarse and almost broken.
