Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 10 Redemption

"Mom, my drawing won first prize," Justin beamed. "I drew you, me, and Uncle."

"Mom, they asked me why I don't have a dad..."

"Mom, when can you come home?"

Richard said that Justin was remarkably mature for his age, wise beyond his five years in a way that was heartbreakingly endearing.

Sometimes, witnessing the boy's precociousness made him achingly aware of how much Justin's young heart craved a sense of security and a mother's love.

"Don't cry, Mom. You've got me." Justin nestled into Jasmine's embrace, a mere child himself, starved for maternal affection and a sense of safety.

As Jasmine held Justin close, her gaze inadvertently caught her reflection in the full- length mirror. Pale and gaunt, with bloodless lips; she looked like she was just a heartbeat away from fading into nothingness-unrecognizable from the former belle of the San Francisco socialite scene. And yes, Daniel had cruelly hit the mark-she could pass for a beggar on the street. Her body was a mere shadow of its former self. Confined to a storage room by Daniel and dizzy from hunger, Jasmine realized she hadn't eaten in quite some time.

"Are you hungry, Mom?" Justin's stomach echoed his words.

Biting her lip, Jasmine whispered a soft reassurance, "Be a good boy, Justin. Mom will find us something to eat."

After coaxing Justin to sleep, she cautiously left the room.

Daniel hadn't bothered to stick around; he was off to the hospital to visit Serena, his fiancée.

Stealthily making her way out of the courtyard, Jasmine spotted the nanny and asked timidly, "Do you have...any food? The child is hungry."

nanny looked at her with disdain and

of rice, which filled Jasmine with a brief flicker of hope. But instead of offering them, the nanny

tears welled up

and Justin needed to find a way to eat. She didn't have

nanny's voice was

I won't run. I just need to step out for a moment," Jasmine explained quietly, her voice

Serena had made it clear: no food for Jasmine and any means necessary to

Manor into the chilly San Francisco autumn air, Jasmine rubbed her hands together for warmth. It wasn't freezing, but the cold seemed to cut to

hungry child to feed, she felt at a loss. Approaching a trash can, she

you a sight for sore eyes? Who do we have here, if it isn't

home

sarcastic tone behind her, Jasmine's shoulders

off that easily, and she shoved Jasmine to

the slammer, but

up, not

the second heiress of the prestigious Brown Family and Jasmine's former classmate, had always harbored a

intent on avoiding trouble. Now more than

stepping deliberately onto Jasmine's ankle.

you trash picker," Zelda

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