Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue



Chapter 2221

Jameson erupted into laughter, the sound sharp and cruel. "Return her to you?" he jeered. "Jasper, Lyse was meant to be mine from the start. You took her from me, seized her so shamelessly.

"Not only did you fail to appreciate her, but you also subjected her to pain and loss-made her lose her child and denied her the chance to be a mother forever."

Jasper breathed heavily, as if strangled, his heart plummeting. It felt as if the bullet had created an irreparable void in his chest, with fresh blood pouring from the wound.

He knew Jameson was trying to unsettle him, using psychological tactics to break him down. Jasper tried to steady himself, but the truth in Jameson's words stung.

There was no refuge. The searing pain caused him to tremble, and the weight of regret in his heart only grew heavier.

"You nearly destroyed my most cherished rose," Jameson continued, his voice dripping with venom. "She was on the brink of withering because of you. Jasper, you don't deserve to be with Lyse. Your love, which you only realized too late, is pathetic.

"If she hadn't been deceived and misled by you, she would have been mine long ago. We would have been married by now.

"I will care for, love, and dote on her. I'm prepared to obliterate everything just for a moment of happiness with her. She has always been my only concern.

*Jasper, can you offer her that? You're weak, indecisive, and uncertain of your own feelings. You are so tainted that I can barely stand to look at you. What right do you have to spend your life with Lyse?"

Jameson's laughter returned, wild and derisive, echoing through this extravagant yet bizarre cage.

'Fortunately, after all the detours, I am the one who has become Lyse's husband," Jameson said, his voice trembling with a twisted satisfaction. "Lyse and I are officially married. We celebrated our wedding on Rose dour Island and shared a romantic night together.

"She is completely mine now. From hereon, she is Mrs. Schmidt."

"You... Shut up!" Jasper gasped for air as if suffocating. Overwhelmed by both physical and emotional agony, his grip on rationality was slipping.

The agony was so overwhelming that his vision grew unfocused. He aimed his gun and shot recklessly in the direction of Jameson's voice, firing until his weapon was empty.

With bloodshot eyes, he blinked furiously. When he attempted to reload, his hands trembled so violently that he couldn't insert the magazine.

Jameson clicked his tongue. "Look at you now."

Jameson's voice was filled with brazen mockery. "You label me a madman, but your state is far worse.

*Jasper, all you crave is a woman who's exclusively yours. You're enraged because I've claimed Lyse and sullied what you thought was rightfully yours.

"Your love isn't as grand as you think. Everything you do may seem selfless, but it's just a cover for the narrow- mindedness and pettiness in your heart. You're merely performing for Lyse. You might deceive others, but not me." Lies, fallacies, and absurdities.

No matter what happened to Alyssa, Jasper wanted her!

The only thing Jasper loathed himself was arriving too late and failing to protect Alyssa. Consequently, she had to endure so much pain.

He deserved to die over and over again.

'Jameson, it's not for you to judge my love for Lyse."

Jasper bit on the inside of his mouth until it bled, tasting the iron tang in his mouth. With unwavering determination, he declared, "I swear I will take Lyse away from here today. I will sacrifice my life to ensure her return if I cannot!

Tears welled in his eyes as he made his vow.

The thought of Alyssa suffering beside Jameson for two weeks was unbearable. Just the idea of it felt like the sky was falling on him. It was torture.

Jameson fell silent for a long moment.

"Very well, Jasper. If you're sincere, I look forward to seeing it," Jameson said finally, his voice chillingly cold." Lyse and I are at the rose garden behind the hills. Come and prove your love for her."

In the woods, Axel and Remy were locked in a fierce battle, their combat intense and evenly matched. They exuded an air of deadly intent with each swift strike.

Despite the risks of close combat, Axel had more chances to scrutinize the man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Damien.

During the lulls in their battle, he took the chance to ask him questions. "What's your name? How old are you this year?"