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My Husband's D*ck Got Stuck, So I Filed for Divorce
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On our wedding anniversary, I witnessed my husband’s dick locked inside his mistress. Caleb Partridge, the billionaire president of Partridge Corporation and feared mafia Don, was too busy handling business to come home. Instead, he ended up in my ER with Trixa, his so-called female friend, because they couldn't separate after sex. And guess who had to treat them? Me. His fucking wife. “Jasmine, you're not even angry?” Caleb grabbed my wrist. “You don't want to fight with me?” I stared at him coldly. “Why would I? Isn't this the kind of wife you've always wanted? One who knows when to shut up?” For two years, I'd sacrificed everything to care for him after a terrible accident. When he recovered, he promised I was the only woman he'd ever love. I believed him. Until Trixa returned. But this time, I was done. A month ago, my biological family found me. I was the missing daughter of the powerful Graves family, and I'd finally decided to return home. “Dad, I want a divorce.” “Okay, sweetheart. Nobody's taking you away from us again.” Caleb still thought I'd never leave him. He had no idea his wife was an heiress. And when he finally came crawling back, would I give him another chance? Not a fucking chance.
Chapters (4)
第1章
I was working the ER night shift on our anniversary when the ambulance doors suddenly burst open.
“Move! Make room!”
Several men rushed in, carrying two people.
I looked up and froze.
Caleb Partridge. Don of Partridge Organization.
My husband.
The same husband who had called me hours earlier to say he couldn't come home because the Partridge Organization had a serious problem.
“I’m sorry, Jasmine. I really tried to get away, but I've got business to deal with. I'll make it up to you tonight, okay?”
“Sure,” I'd said.
I used to get angry when Caleb chose the organization over me. I used to wait for him, cry over him, and wonder when I'd finally become more important than his business.
Not anymore.
But now, on our anniversary, my husband had just been carried into my ER.
And he wasn't alone.
A woman was with him.
Her face was bright red, her hair was a complete mess, and she looked like she wanted to disappear.
I knew her.
Trixa.
Caleb's so-called female friend.
I quickly pulled on my gloves and walked over. “What happened?”
One of Caleb's men looked like he'd rather get shot than answer. “Don Caleb and Miss Trixa... they're stuck.”
I frowned. “Stuck?”
He swallowed. “His... you know. His dick won't come out.”
I stared at him.
Then I slowly looked at my husband.
What a fucking anniversary gift.
Caleb's face was dark with embarrassment and fury. “Don't fucking stand there,” he snapped at his men. “Get a doctor!”
Then his eyes suddenly met mine.
The anger disappeared.
Panic took its place.
“Jasmine...”
I didn't answer.
One of the nurses came rushing over and whispered, “Ma'am, we need to keep this private. Should I call another ER nurse?”
I shook my head. “No. Prepare a room. I'll handle it.”
Everyone around me went quiet.
One of Caleb's men stared at me. “You're really going to treat him?”
“He's a patient,” I said. “That's my job.”
The man lowered his voice. “But that's your husband.”
“I know and call the gynecologist now.”
Outside the treatment room, I could hear the others whispering.
“Fuck, it's the Don's wife.”
“He's dead.”
“Do you think she'll kill Trixa?”
“Probably not. She's working.”
“Are you kidding? Last time Trixa tried to get into the boss’s private office after midnight, Donna dragged her out by the hair.”
“I heard she slammed Trixa against the wall and told her she'd break every finger if she ever touched Caleb again.”
“Shut up. She's definitely going to lose it this time.”
I heard every word, and I almost laughed.
They still thought I was that woman. The wife who couldn't breathe whenever another woman got near her husband. The woman who'd begged Caleb to stay away from Trixa.
The woman who'd swallowed her pride just to keep this marriage alive.
That Jasmine was gone.
I checked Caleb's condition, spoke with the doctor on duty, and helped stabilize the situation. Trixa was treated separately while Caleb's men stood outside looking like they'd rather face a rival family than their own boss's wife.
Caleb kept staring at me.
I didn't look back.
A few minutes later, the doctors finally managed to separate them.
Trixa was taken to another room while Caleb was given a few minutes to clean up.
At 4:20 a.m., I stepped out of the treatment room and pulled off my gloves.
Caleb was already waiting in the hallway.
His men had brought him a fresh suit. He was fully dressed again, his tie slightly crooked and his hair still a mess.
Much better than when he'd been carried in naked.
I walked toward him.
“The situation's handled. Both of you are fine.”
His jaw tightened. He looked angry—no, he looked scared.
I continued, completely calm. “Don't have sex until you've fully recovered. And next time, be careful. You're not twenty anymore.”
His eyes widened.
I turned around.
“Jasmine.”
I kept walking but his hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.
Hard.
I stopped and looked down at his hand, then at him.
His fingers tightened around me. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “That's all you've got to say?”
I didn't answer.
He stepped closer. “You're not angry?”
“No. Why?”
“You don't want to ask me what happened?”
“I already know what happened.”
His eyes darkened. “You don't even want to fight with me?”
I looked at him quietly. “Why would I?”
His expression changed. For years, Caleb had known exactly how I'd react.
I'd cry. I'd scream. I'd demand answers.
I'd ask him to cut Trixa off. I'd tell him I couldn't stand watching another woman stay by his side.
But what was I supposed to fight for now?
A man who couldn't even come home for our anniversary because he was supposedly busy protecting the Partridge Organization?
A husband who'd somehow ended up in the ER with another woman that same night?
I looked at Caleb and slowly pulled my wrist from his hand. “Isn't this what you've always wanted? A wife who doesn't complain, doesn't cause trouble, and knows when to stay quiet? I've become exactly that. So why the hell are you still unhappy?”
Caleb's jaw tightened. His throat moved, but for a moment, no words came out. He stared at me as if he couldn't recognize the woman standing in front of him, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. “Fine. If this is the game you want to play, then keep it up. Let's see how long you can pretend you don't care.”
He stepped closer, his eyes dark, before lowering his voice beside my ear. “But don't get too proud, Jasmine. You're a damn good ER nurse, but you were never that impressive as a wife in bed. If Trixa ends up needing help again, I'll bring her straight to you.”
I didn't react. I simply looked at him, wondering if he seriously thought those words could still hurt me. After everything he'd done, did he really believe he could break me with a few cruel words?
Before I could answer, a weak voice came from behind us. “Caleb...”
Trixa was being wheeled out of the treatment area, still groggy from the medication. Caleb's expression changed instantly. He turned away from me and went straight to her, taking her hand as his voice softened. “Does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts. I'm right here.”
I watched them for a few seconds before looking away. There was nothing left for me to say.
I went into the duty room, closed the door behind me, and pulled my phone from my pocket. There was one number saved in my contacts that I'd never called, not once. I stared at it for a moment before finally pressing the button.
The call connected. “Hello. This is Jasmine Peters. Mr. Graves, I need your help. I want the divorce finalized within a month. After that, I'll come home to the Graves family and let you officially acknowledge me.”
Silence filled the other end.
A month ago, the man on the phone had shown up with a DNA report. He was my biological father.
I was the missing daughter of the Graves family, one of the most powerful mafia families in the capital. I'd been taken when I was two and had spent twenty-five years growing up without knowing where I came from.
When the Graves family finally found me, they begged me to come home.
I refused.
Back then, I couldn't accept them. Part of me was angry that they had found me twenty-five years too late. But the bigger reason was Caleb.
I still believed there was something worth saving between us.
How stupid was I?
My father's voice finally came through, careful and uncertain. “Jasmine, my daughter... you really want a divorce? You loved Caleb Partridge so much. What happened? Did he do something?”
第2章
I looked through the window as snow fell harder outside, covering the city in white.
“I used to think I owed the Partridge family everything,” I said. “When I was an orphan, they paid for my education. They gave me a place to stay and helped me build a life.”
I paused before continuing. “Then Caleb got into that fire accident.”
He'd been trapped inside the burning vehicle after rushing out because Trixa had called him. By the time they found him, half of his body had suffered severe burns. The doctors weren't sure he'd survive, much less recover enough to live normally again.
“The Partridge patriarch asked me to marry him and take care of him. I agreed because I wanted to repay what their family had done for me.”
I closed my eyes.
“I stayed beside Caleb for three years and went with him every surgeries.”
I still remembered the day he finally stood up.
Sunlight had poured through the windows, and Caleb had wrapped his arms around me, crying like a child. “Jasmine, you're the only woman I want for the rest of my life.”
Back then, I believed him.
After that, Caleb really did change. He stopped running around every night with his mafia brothers. He'd wait for me after my shifts and awkwardly try to cook dinner. At night, he'd pull me against his chest while we watched whatever boring show happened to be on TV.
For a while, I thought I'd finally gotten the life I'd always wanted. I thought the man who'd once treated love like a game had finally chosen me.
Then eight months passed.
Trixa called.
And Caleb went running back.
After that, she kept crossing every line she could find because she knew he'd protect her. She'd show up at our home late at night, and Caleb would always make excuses for her and let her stay. Once, he came home with a lipstick stain on his collar and acted as if I was supposed to believe nothing had happened.
Another time, Trixa deliberately sat beside him during a family dinner, constantly touching his arm and laughing at everything he said just to provoke me.
And Caleb never really stopped her.
Not once.
I opened my eyes.
Whatever warmth I'd once had for him was gone.
“I've already repaid the Partridge family's kindness,” I told my father. “I stayed with Caleb when he needed me. I took care of him until he could stand on his own again... Now that debt is paid. I don't owe that family anything anymore.”
My father went quiet.
Then I heard his voice shake with relief. “Okay, sweetheart. Okay. Don't worry about anything else. Dad will handle it. I'll get the divorce moving and bring you home within a month. You're my daughter, Jasmine. This time, nobody's taking you away from us.”
I looked down at my wedding ring.
For years, I'd thought it was a promise. Now it was just something I needed to take off.
After I ended the call with my father, my phone buzzed again. It was Caleb.
I opened the message.
“I just spoke to your dean. I resigned from your ER position for you.”
Another message came right after it.
“Since you're being so reasonable tonight, take Trixa home and look after her. That's what you'll do from now on.”
I stared at the screen for several seconds before typing one word.
“Sure.”
That was all.
I knew exactly what Caleb was doing. He hated how calm I'd been at the hospital. He'd expected me to scream, cry, and make a scene. He wanted the old Jasmine back, the wife who'd lose her mind whenever Trixa came near him. He wanted to see me break, and maybe he wanted to feel powerful knowing he could still control my emotions with a few cruel words.
But I wasn't giving him that anymore.
What was the point?
I'd already decided to leave.
...
When I got back to the villa, I pushed open the front door and immediately saw Trixa. She was wrapped in a bathrobe, her wet hair hanging over her shoulders as she walked out of the master bedroom. The second she saw me, a smug smile spread across her face.
“Oh, you're back.” She glanced toward the bedroom and added, “Caleb's taking a shower. You can sit there and wait.”
She pointed at the sofa like she owned the place.
I didn't argue. I walked over and sat down.
A few minutes later, Caleb came out of the master bedroom. His hair was still wet, and he'd changed into a loose shirt and pants. He didn't even bother looking at me. He went straight to Trixa, slipping an arm around her waist as he picked up a towel.
“Why are you still wearing wet clothes?” he asked. “Come here. I'll take care of it.”
Trixa laughed and leaned against him. “Forget it. You're terrible at taking care of people. You'll probably hurt me again.”
Caleb chuckled. “Fuck, you weren't complaining earlier.”
Trixa gave him a playful shove. He laughed, then finally looked toward me.
His eyes landed on me sitting quietly on the sofa.
I knew that look.
He was waiting.
Waiting for me to explode.
Instead, he picked up the bottle of liquor sitting on the table and tossed it toward me.
“Since you're free now, pour Trixa a drink and cook something for her. After that, give her a foot massage. She's still recovering.”
The bottle landed beside my hand.
I looked at it, then at him. “Okay.”
His brows lifted slightly.
That wasn't the reaction he wanted.
I opened the bottle, poured myself a drink, and took a slow sip.
Caleb frowned. “You're drinking now?”
“Apparently.”
I took another sip.
Trixa sat down beside him, looking far too pleased. “Jasmine, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. I'm still feeling uncomfortable, so if you could make something light for me...”
“Sure.” I stood up. “I'll cook.”
I walked toward the kitchen, but Caleb's voice stopped me.
“Don't think you're getting away with this.”
I turned around. He stared at me, his expression dark. “You've been acting strange all night. What's with the fucking attitude?”
“I'm tired.”
“That's it?”
“That's it.”
He studied my face, and I could tell he was getting irritated because he couldn't find the reaction he wanted.
I picked up my glass again. “Anything else?”
His jaw clenched. “No.”
“Then I'll go cook.”
I turned away before he could say anything else.
While I prepared the food, I could hear them talking in the living room. Trixa laughed, and Caleb's voice followed. It used to hurt.
Tonight, it sounded like noise.
After cooking, I brought the food over and placed it in front of Trixa. “Done.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
I nodded, then sat down and drank another glass.
A while later, Trixa stretched her legs toward me. “My feet are still sore.”
I looked at them, then at Caleb. He leaned back on the sofa, watching me.
He was waiting for me to refuse.
Instead, I put my glass down. “Sure.”
Trixa pointed to her ankle. “There.”
I started massaging her foot.
Caleb watched silently.
I could practically hear the disappointment in his silence.
第3章
He wanted me jealous. He wanted me angry. He wanted me to ask him why he was touching another woman, why he brought her into our home, and why he was treating her like his wife.
But I didn't care anymore.
I just wanted the divorce papers signed.
Once that was done, I was leaving this place for good.
After a few minutes, I stood up. “She's had her massage. I'm going upstairs.”
I picked up my drink.
Caleb suddenly followed me and caught my arm before I reached the stairs. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I looked down at his hand. “Nothing.”
“You've been saying that all night.”
“And?”
His face darkened. “You think I can't tell what you're doing? You're pretending not to care because you're pissed off.”
I calmly pulled my arm free. “I'm not pretending.”
He stared at me before reaching out and touching my cheek.
I turned my face away.
His hand stopped in midair.
“Don't be jealous,” he said, his voice softer now. “You know how this works. I'm just having some fun.”
I said nothing.
He stepped closer. “Once I'm done with Trixa, I'll come back. You're still my wife, Jasmine. That isn't changing.”
Pff! His what?
Looking into Caleb's dark eyes, I suddenly remembered something from years ago. He'd held me close and whispered, “Jasmine, you're the only woman I want in this life. No matter what happens, it'll always be you.”
I'd believed those words once.
Only once.
Caleb must've taken my silence as surrender because he leaned closer, trying to kiss me. “Come upstairs with me,” he murmured. “It's our anniversary. Forget everything else tonight and just stay with me.”
I turned my face away. “I'm not in the mood.”
His expression darkened. His fingers brushed my ear as he lowered his voice. “You forgot what today is? You told me this is usually when you want me the most. You used to be the one begging me to stay in bed with you.”
My body went stiff for a second. Those words used to make me blush. Now they only made me uncomfortable. Why was he bringing up things from the past? Did he really think reminding me of our old intimacy would make me fall back into his arms?
Before I could answer, Trixa's voice came from the living room. “Caleb, I don't feel very well. Can you come here for a minute?”
I immediately pushed Caleb away. “Go check on her. Don't ignore it if she's feeling sick.”
His face changed, but instead of listening, he suddenly scooped me into his arms. “Fuck that. I'm not going anywhere tonight.”
I frowned and struggled slightly against him. “Caleb, put me down!”
He carried me toward the master bedroom without listening. “Tonight is our anniversary, Jasmine. I want my wife with me! I'm not letting you run away just because you're angry.”
He carried me into the bathroom and set me down before looking at me. “Take a shower. I'll wait for you in bed. We can talk after that.”
Before I could respond, he walked out and shut the door.
I stood there for a moment, unable to shake the strange feeling in my chest. Something felt wrong.
I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway. Through the crack in the master bedroom door, I saw Caleb walking out. He didn't come back toward me. Instead, he walked straight into Trixa's guest room next door.
I watched him disappear inside.
I didn't follow.
I simply walked back into the master bedroom, shut the door, and locked it. Caleb didn't return that night, and for the first time, I didn't wait for him.
...
The next morning, I woke up to voices downstairs. When I opened the bedroom door, several of Caleb's capos and trusted soldiers were gathered around the living room, passing something between them while Caleb stood in the middle of them.
One of the men suddenly whistled. “Don, what the hell is that?”
Caleb took the invitation from him and looked it over. It was made from nearly a kilogram of pure gold.
Another capo leaned over to get a better look. “You're kidding me. That's a solid gold invitation?”
Someone laughed. “Don, you've really made it. Getting invited to the Graves family's birthday banquet is already a huge deal, but this one is the VVIP invitation. They don't make these for just anyone.”
The men started talking over one another, their voices filling the room. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked at the invitation, my fingers tightening slightly around the railing.
Armando Graves.
My biological father.
The invitation wasn't really meant for Caleb.
It was his way of reaching me.
The Graves family had once ruled the capital's underworld, and even powerful families like the Partridges had relied on them for protection. Years ago, the Graves family cleaned up their business and moved into legitimate industries, but their influence never disappeared. Now they were one of the biggest families in the capital.
And my father was about to turn sixty.
He'd told me he wanted to see me before publicly acknowledging me as his daughter. Apparently, he'd found another way to get me there.
One of Caleb's capos grinned as he looked at the invitation. “Don, Grand Don Armando must really respect you. He doesn't send invitations like this unless he considers someone important.”
Another man laughed. “Remember that deal we closed with the Graves family? You helped them out, and now the old man is returning the favor.”
Someone else leaned back with a grin. “I heard Grand Don Armando is announcing that he's found his missing daughter at the banquet. Don, if you weren't already married, he might've tried to make you his son-in-law.”
The room erupted in laughter.
I stood quietly at the top of the stairs, watching them. Caleb's eyes eventually found mine, and he studied my face, clearly looking for a reaction.
Instead, I walked downstairs.
One of the capos noticed me and immediately went quiet. Caleb kept watching me as he asked, “What do you think, Jasmine? Wouldn't you say the Graves family is treating me pretty well?”
I looked at the golden invitation in his hand. “Maybe.” I picked up my glass of liquor from the table and took a small sip before adding, “Maybe Grand Don Armando really does see you as a potential son-in-law.”
The room went quiet.
It sounded like a compliment, but Caleb's expression immediately hardened. He looked almost annoyed as his fist tightened around the invitation.
“Don't get ideas,” he said coldly. “I've got enough women around me already. I don't need another one, and I'm not interested in becoming anyone's son-in-law.”
I smiled faintly. “Good for you.”
His eyes narrowed, but I didn't explain myself. I simply turned around and walked back upstairs.
第4章
The birthday banquet was bigger than I expected. Luxury cars filled the hotel entrance, and nearly every guest looked like someone with money, power, or both. When I stepped out of my car, I immediately spotted a familiar Rolls-Royce nearby.
The door opened, and Caleb stepped out first, dressed in a black suit. Trixa followed him in a stunning gown, slipping her arm through his and smiling like she'd already been given the title of Donna.
I didn't care. I took a slow sip from the glass of liquor in my hand and walked toward the entrance while a few guests glanced between us.
“Isn't that Don Partridge?” someone whispered.
“Who's the woman with him?” another guest asked.
“That's probably Donna Partridge.”
I heard it all, but I just kept walking.
At the entrance, Grand Don Armando was personally welcoming the guests. The moment he saw Caleb, his face lit up. “Caleb, you made it. I'm glad you came.”
His eyes moved to Trixa, and the smile disappeared. For a brief second, his expression hardened when he realized Jasmine wasn't beside Caleb. His gaze shifted across the entrance and found me standing a short distance away.
Our eyes met, and I saw the emotion flash across his face. He almost called my name, but he stopped himself. We'd agreed to pretend we didn't know each other until the Graves family officially announced me, so he quickly put on a polite smile.
“Donna, I believe? It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you.”
Trixa's smile immediately disappeared. She stared at me like she'd just realized there was someone here she couldn't compete with.
I ignored her and gave Armando a polite nod. “Hello, Grand Don Armando. Happy birthday. I hope you have a good evening.”
He looked like he was fighting back a huge smile. “Thank you, Donna. Please enjoy yourself tonight. I'll go inside and take care of a few things, but make yourself comfortable and come in whenever you're ready.”
“Of course.”
He walked inside, but I noticed him looking back several times. His steps seemed lighter each time, and I lowered my eyes.
Dad, just wait a little longer.
Caleb was watching the exchange, and I could tell he found it strange. Why was Armando being so polite to me? Before he could think too much about it, he raised Trixa's hand and deliberately made sure I saw it.
“Jasmine,” he called.
I looked at him, and he gave me a faint, almost mocking smile. “It's a big night, and I wanted Trixa to experience something like this with me. You're not going to get jealous, are you? You're usually pretty understanding.”
I almost laughed. He'd brought his mistress to the birthday banquet of the man who was about to publicly acknowledge me as his daughter, and he still thought I was going to fight him over it.
Several guests had already mistaken Trixa for Mrs. Partridge. That was exactly what Caleb wanted. He wanted me embarrassed, and he wanted me to make a scene.
Instead, I took another sip of liquor and smiled politely. “It's fine. Have fun tonight.”
Caleb's smile faded slightly, but I didn't wait for his response. I turned and walked inside, my black dress fitting close to my body as my heels clicked steadily against the floor.
I wasn't trying to attract attention. I didn't need to. People still turned to look, and I heard a few quiet compliments as I passed, but I ignored them and kept going.
Behind me, Caleb remained outside for a moment. I didn't see the expression on his face, and I didn't care. Why should I?
The banquet soon filled with important guests. Not long after, Armando stepped onto the stage, and the room slowly quieted. He stood beneath the lights with a calm smile.
“I have one more thing to announce tonight.”
Everyone looked up.
“My daughter has finally been found.”
The room erupted in whispers. Armando waited until everyone settled down before continuing.
“Within the next month, she will officially return to the Graves family. At that time, I'll introduce her to everyone personally.”
My fingers tightened slightly around my glass. He'd kept his promise.
A staff member walked onto the stage carrying a dark wooden box. Armando opened it himself, revealing an expensive emerald pendant inside. The stone was deep green and flawless, set in an elegant platinum frame, and the room immediately filled with murmurs.
Armando picked it up carefully. “This belonged to my family for many years. I bought it at an auction recently, and I thought it would be fitting to give it to my daughter when we finally met.”
His voice softened. “I hope she'll like it.”
I stared at the pendant from across the room. My father didn't know what I liked. He didn't know what I hated. He didn't know how I took my coffee, what food I ordered after a night shift, or how I used to sleep with the lights on when I was a child.
He'd missed all of that.
But he was trying now, and somehow, that was enough.
Armando's gaze moved through the crowd and stopped on me for the briefest moment. His eyes were warm, while mine stayed calm. I gave him the smallest nod, and he smiled.
A few minutes later, Armando stepped down from the stage. His phone rang almost immediately, and he glanced at the screen with a frown.
“Excuse me. I need to take this.”
He left the banquet hall, leaving the expensive pendant behind with the staff.
I watched him disappear through the doors.
I was about to head to the restroom when Trixa suddenly caught my wrist. “What are you doing? Come on, let’s go take a look at Miss Graves’ priceless emerald.” Before I could answer, she pulled me toward the display stand.
The moment we reached it, Trixa noticed the name engraved on the emerald plaque, Jasmine Graves, and her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Look at that. Her name is Jasmine Graves, while yours is Jasmine Peters. Same first name, completely different lives. Isn’t that funny? Someone like you probably won’t ever get close to something this expensive in your lifetime.”
I almost laughed. That emerald was mine. I just hadn’t changed my surname yet. How ironic was that?
“Yeah,” I said calmly. “Some things belong to certain people from the moment they’re born. Others can chase them, steal them, or take them by force and still never truly make them theirs.”
Trixa's smile stiffened for a second, and she clearly understood what I meant. “Are you talking about your position as Mrs. Partridge?” She leaned closer, her voice full of confidence. “Don’t worry. You won’t have that title much longer. I’m pretty sure everyone here can see where this is going.”
I took another sip of my liquor. I didn't care about the title anymore.
Before I could say anything else, Trixa suddenly reached for the emerald plaque, lifted it, and slammed it onto the floor.
Crack!
The expensive emerald shattered across the marble, and the entire banquet hall went silent.
Trixa immediately stepped back and pointed at me. “Oh my God, Jasmine! How could you be that careless? You actually broke something this valuable!”
