Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 872
Jasper insisted, “I will take responsibility for you. I will.”
“I don’t need you to do that. Just let go of me,” Alyssa snapped, her warm tears drenching his shoulders.”
Jasper Beckett, I hate you so. Don’t touch me!”
“I won’t touch any woman except for you,” Jasper said in a shaky voice.
“If you wanted to take responsibility for me, why did you divorce me? Why didn’t you take responsibility
for me when we did it the first time?”
“What?” Jasper was taken aback and puzzled.
“You pushed me away when you should have taken responsibility for me, but you keep bugging me when I
don’t need you to,” she seethed and bit hard on his arm when he was distracted.
She so wished she could tear him into pieces.
Feeling the pain, Jasper finally released her. She broke free of his arms and escaped from the study,
leaving him frozen in shock as he replayed her words just now.
His chest tightened when he recalled the pristine bedsheet. Knowing that Alyssa was a conservative woman, she had not slept
with him during their three years of marriage and should have remained a virgin
at the time of divorce.
Last night was their first time sleeping with each other, but there was no blood stain on the sheet.
“Why didn’t you take responsibility for me when we did it the first time?”
Her words made sense now. He looked shell-shocked as he pondered the possibility of them having slept
together when they were married.

Why did he not recall it at all?
He stood stiffly and went blank. Finally, he mustered up some strength to press a hand on his chest. It was at that moment he
noticed the shattered glass on the ground.
He approached the shards and crouched. He saw the broken frame and the photo of him with Liana from high school.
Gripped by a wave of dizziness, he finally understood Alyssa’s reaction.
-15 BONUS
Alyssa rushed back to Jasper’s bedroom, put on her clothes, and left the villa as soon as she could.
On her way home, she sped down the road with messy thoughts and tears on her face.
She was involved in a minor car crash when she entered the city area. The hood of her limited edition luxury sports car was
completely destroyed.
The owner of the Mercedes-Benz felt relieved as Alyssa would pay for the damages since she was the one who rammed into the
back of his car.
If their roles were reversed, he bet he couldn’t afford to pay for the damages to Alyssa’s La Voiture Noire.
Alyssa cowered in the car. In the chaos, she first thought of Jonah. She shakily dialed his number, and he picked up almost
instantly. He was always attentive to his beloved sister.
“Lyse, what’s wrong?”
“Jonah, where are you? Come to me. I need you.”
20 minutes later, Jonah arrived at the scene in his Rolls-Royce, even running two red lights just to get
there soon.
“Lyse!” Jonah called out to Alyssa as he stepped out of the car.
His heart sank upon seeing Alyssa’s sports car in ruins. Usually calm, he panicked for a while.

Julien stepped out of the car and grew nervous at the sight of the car crash. He was ready to perform first-
aid on Alyssa as a doctor.