“Have you forgotten, Jasmine? How I lost my child years ago, how I was left wishing for death and unable to bear children ever again?”

Each word I spoke was like a dagger piercing Jasmine’s heart.

Panicking, she frantically pressed the call button and shouted, “Doctor! Doctor!”

I stood right in front of her, smiling slightly, watching her slowly sink into an endless sea of fear.

“Jasmine, it’s time you felt what that’s like.”

By the time the doctors arrived, Jasmine was already bleeding. They rushed her into the operating room.

After a while, Asher finally arrived.

I hadn’t seen him in a long time, and he looked much more haggard. I’d heard from a teacher at his school that he had delayed his graduation.

When he saw me, his eyes flickered. He seemed like he wanted to approach, but held himself back.

“How is my sister?” he asked.

“It seems she got too emotional after hearing about Christopher’s imprisonment and triggered labor. She might be giving birth.” My tone was calm and detached.

“Gra… Ms. Bennett, why are you here?” he asked again.

I took a key from my bag and handed it to him. “You returned the painting I gave you, so I thought I should see you. This is the key to the portrait you painted of me. It’s still in my studio. You can come by and take it whenever you’re free.”

Asher hesitated for a moment, then took the key.

I turned to leave, but he called out to me, “Grace, I’m sorry.”

I stopped and looked back at him, confused.

“My sister was wrong to interfere in your marriage with Christopher. I apologize on her behalf.”

“That’s unnecessary,” I shook my head. “Asher, we’re even.”

I finished speaking and sat down in a chair nearby.