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."

her with

hope. But instead of

away and tears

a way to eat. She

voice was sharp

just need to step out for a moment,"

nanny huffed, indifferent to Jasmine's plight. Serena had made it clear: no food

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

trash can, she began collecting discarded bottles, hoping that if she gathered enough, she could exchange them for a

sore eyes? Who do we have here, if it isn't the

home turf for Jasmine's former

hearing the sarcastic tone behind her, Jasmine's shoulders tensed up. "You've... got the

wasn't about to let her off that easily, and she shoved Jasmine to

you got out of the slammer, but

not daring to

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

the past, Jasmine had always steered clear of Zelda, intent on avoiding trouble. Now

ankle. "Ahh!" Jasmine yelped in pain as her ankle

years, you trash picker," Zelda sneered

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