Can’t Win Me Back

The two figures before Jasper's reddened eyes resembled a matching pair of bride and groom.

This was the first time Jasper had ever seen Alyssa in a wedding dress.

Though he had dreamed of this moment countless times, he never imagined he would see her like this.

Her beauty was stunning, her pale complexion sharply contrasting with Jameson's elegant black attire.

The scene felt hauntingly bleak, poignant, and fragile.

With every step Jasper took toward them, the pain in his heart intensified.

Fresh blood seeped from his wound, leaving a trail in his wake.

At this moment, Alyssa looked like a porcelain doll, meticulously dressed and placed in a glass display for her beloved to admire.

Jasper could see her, but he couldn't touch her.

This should have been a joyous scene, but the atmosphere was cold, cruel, and bizarre.

"Lyse! I'm here!" Jasper's voice cracked as he called out to her, tears blurring his vision.

"Wake up, Lyse! Wake up...

Look at me!" "Shh..." Jameson stood tall and imposing behind Alyssa, shushing Jasper.

He placed one hand on her bare shoulder while raising the other, lifting a finger to his colorless lips.

"Keep your voice down.

My wife is sleeping.

"Jasper, you had Lyse for three whole years.

Did you ever let her experience wearing a wedding gown? Did you ever give her a wedding? She was your wife, but was she ever a bride? "These were moments of bliss she dreamed of.

You couldn't give them to her, but I did." Jameson leaned forward, tracing the outline of Alyssa's sharp jaw with his finger.

affection

were truly very happy

hasn't yet given all of

I believe she will eventually move on from you and fall in

Alyssa a grand wedding or the chance to be

hadn't given her a moment of bliss she could remember

He had even...

her of her right to be

Regrets.

They were all regrets.

the one responsible for these regrets was Jasper, the man who

deeply

responding,

pressed his lips to hers,

as if this was their last

blazed red

wounded beast, he roared and fired round after round

was a torment far worse than being torn apart or

merely bounced off

shed was made of

handgun wouldn't

panted as

to do so,

he

break this place down." Jasper's tall

nonsense! You're doing this to take revenge on me!

her go, and I'll stay

once and for all, I'll comply!" "Jasper, I'm not interested in your

to see how deep your

me." As he spoke, the goddess statue behind

attendant emerged, carrying a

approached Jameson

a red mahogany box on the