Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 The Shattered Mirror

There was a far more logical–and far more brutal–explanation: the woman in the video was the one he truly loved. She was his real wife, but her health was too fragile to endure his touch or his presence. So, he had found a double. He had gone so far as to carve her face into a replica of his wife’s, turning her into a living shadow, a complete substitute.

Suddenly, every inconsistency of the past few days made sense.

Her amnesia and her surgery weren’t accidents. From the very beginning, her entire identity had been a lie.. That was why he kept her hidden from the world, and why she was never allowed to see the “children.” No- perhaps there were no children at all.

The impact of the truth was a physical blow. Tatiana’s vision blurred, and her knees buckled, nearly sending her to the floor. She leaned heavily against the wall, her heart aching so intensely that every breath felt like a needle in her lungs.

“Madam, what’s wrong?” a maid asked, noticing her deathly pale complexion.

“Nothing… I’m going to rest. Do not disturb me.”

Using every ounce of her remaining strength, she dragged herself back to her room. The moment the door clicked shut, the tears she had been holding back finally broke. She pressed her hand hard over her mouth, stifling the broken sobs that threatened to spill out.

The beautiful dream of the past few days had finally shattered.

It was all a lie.

She stumbled toward the bathroom and twisted the shower handle to full blast. She stripped off her clothes and let the scalding water beat against her skin.

Dirty. She felt so incredibly dirty.

Her body still carried his scent. The memory of last night’s passion was a vivid, agonizing brand on her mind. The more pleasure she had felt then, the more revulsion she felt now.

She scrubbed herself over and over, ignoring the way her skin turned a raw, angry red. She didn’t stop until the skin finally broke, and the sharp sting of the water against the wound forced a glimmer of sanity back into her mind.

She looked at herself in the mirror with a numb, mechanical gaze. The marks on her body couldn’t be washed away; they were permanent reminders of her shame.

She began to laugh, a hollow, broken sound that quickly dissolved into tears. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, her forehead slamming hard against the corner of the wall.

A blinding pain exploded in her skull.

Blood mingled with the cascading water, swirling slowly toward the drain in thin, crimson ribbons. As she clutched her head, her mind was suddenly flooded with a new torrent of images.

A dim, suffocating isolation room. Torture that came in waves.

Westport Rehab…

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She closed her eyes, a bitter, tragic smile touching her lips. The pain in her head was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

She remembered.

She remembered the years she spent locked away in that reformatory. She remembered every humiliation, every moment of suffering. It was all too clear now.

Most of her memory had returned, stopping right at the end of her time in that hellhole. And that was the period when her relationship with Jasper had been at its absolute worst.

She hated him for his cruelty.

You bastard…”

She let go of her head and allowed the water to pour into the open wound, using the physical pain to keep her mind focused and sharp.

“I was a fool twice over… Jasper, you are truly heartless!”

On the ship.

Jasper felt a sudden, sharp pang of unease in his chest. A subtle, nagging discomfort he couldn’t name.

He felt an overwhelming urge to return home immediately, but he forced the impulse down with cold logic. Today was the final move. He was finally closing the net.

Night fell. The world grew silent.

A small boat, invisible to radar, glided silently toward the luxury liner. Several agile figures scaled the rope ladders and slipped onto the deck.

The men in black stood on the deck, looking down at the bodyguards who lay scattered across the floor in a drug–induced stupor. One of them gave a prone guard a kick to ensure there was no reaction. He let out a low chuckle. “Heh. They really are out cold. Looks like the stuff worked.”

“Don’t waste time. The sedative only lasts two hours. Get the kids and let’s go.”

“What’s the rush? This is like taking candy from a baby.”

They began to move into the cabins.

Bianca was already waiting by the door to receive them. Seeing them, she let out a long sigh of relief. “Quickly. Ann’s room is at the very end of the hall.”

“Madam White said you did a good job this time.”

A flicker of pride touched Bianca’s face. “I slipped the drug into the kitchen’s water supply while they weren’t looking. They never suspected a thing.”

Security on the ship had been incredibly tight; every person Jasper brought on board was a trusted confidant. It should have been impossible to infiltrate. But who would have suspected his own wife was the accomplice?

No one guards themselves against the person they love, and Jasper was no exception. Every person on the ship was unconscious.

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