Chapter Summary: Chapter 835 – The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance by Miss Lyra
In Chapter 835, a key moment in the Romance novel The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance, Miss Lyra delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
Jasper scrambled to push Rachel away. “Rachel, you’re drunk. I’m not Haynes, I’m Jasper.”
But Rachel clung to him, pressing desperate kisses against his cheek. “Haynes, how can you be so heartless? Are you really going to leave me? I didn’t mean for this to happen, I just love you too much… Please, don’t ignore me, I’m begging you.”
Sweat broke out on Jasper’s forehead as he tried to disentangle himself. “Rachel, please, I’m really not Haynes. Look at me—just look! It’s Jasper.”
He liked Rachel—he couldn’t deny that. But there were lines you simply didn’t cross, and being with a friend’s wife was one of them, no matter how much he wanted to comfort her. Even though Haynes himself had asked Jasper to look after Rachel, he had never intended to get this close. What if Haynes changed his mind one day? Then their friendship would be over for good.
Jasper’s repeated rejections only made Rachel cry harder.
She slid to the floor, her sobs wracking her body. Jasper tried to comfort her, murmuring soft words, but nothing seemed to help. Seeing the woman he cared about in such pain twisted something inside him.
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table. “Rachel, I wish there was something I could do for you. All I can offer is to drink with you.”
He downed bottle after bottle, oblivious to the flicker of cold calculation in Rachel’s eyes.
Haynes, if you can’t be loyal to me, don’t blame me for what happens next.
…
The next morning.
Jasper woke up with a splitting headache, rubbing his temples as he struggled to open his eyes. The room was unfamiliar. Where was he?
Slowly, memories from the night before came rushing back—he’d been drinking with Rachel. Had he gotten that drunk?
He turned his head—and froze. Lying beside him was Rachel, fast asleep.
This wasn’t the first time he’d drunk too much and ended up needing Rachel’s help getting home, but he’d never woken up in bed with her before.
Maybe they’d both just had too much to drink and accidentally ended up here. Maybe nothing had happened.
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