Jason held up his hand. “No. Let me finish. Like I was saying, I love her. But she doesn’t love me, at least not the way I’d like her too. I’m not even sure if she’ll marry me.”
“But she’s wearing your ring,” Victor pointed out.
“Yes. To protect herself from you.”
“From me?”
“Yes. In fact months ago she told me she didn’t think she could go through with marrying me but I insisted she keep the ring. I believe if she does marry me, it won’t be because she’s in love with me but out of obligation.”
“I’m not sure why you’re telling me this.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “What I’m saying is she’s in love with you dumbass! You really hurt her when you threw her out without listening to her. But despite that she loves you but she’s scared to admit it. Look, even though she doesn’t return my feelings, I’d marry her in a heartbeat. My conscience, however, won’t let me do it unless I find out one thing.”
Victor’s heart did somersaults. Jasmine loved him? “And what’s that?”
“Do you love her? I mean are you in love with her?”
“Yes, of course I am,” he answered without hesitation.
Jason sighed with resignation. “That’s what I thought. Today, I saw a look pass between the two of you and I knew I was doomed.”
Victor was stunned by this confession. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll fight for her, you prick! If you really love her you will. Look, if you try to win her back, I won’t stand in your way but if I don’t see you putting forth any effort all bets are off. I have to go now.”
Victor touched the other man’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
Jason flinched away from his touch. “Don’t feel sorry for me. I didn’t do this for you. I did it for her. I love Jasmine and I want her to be happy. If that happiness means that she’d be happier with you, then so be it.” Jason turned on his heel and headed out the door before Victor could respond, leaving him speechless.