An Unbreakable Addiction

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Jenna looked at Hunter with a pitiful expression, her voice tinged with a sob "Hurter, this tasting to do with Mia. It was my fault for bumping into her and falling. She doesn't need to apologne

Mia stayed silent, letting Jenna continue her little act. Jenne wanted to play rose the sould yo right ahead, as long as it didn't drag Mia down.

Hunter glanced over at Mia, annoyed: "Do you not watch where you're going

Mia didn't bother to argue, responding with a casual, "ne, I'll watch where t'en going nex! SHTET

She thought bitterly, "How did Jenna's carelessness tum into my fault for not paying attention with Hunter, even breathing seemed to be a mistake

Mr. Jasper Sr. had been watching the entire exchange with a dark expression, his starp gaze fed on Jenna. He could see right through her ambiguous words designed to fuel Hunter's mounderstanding Such cunning was not lost on him, and it was clear to him that Mie was no match for Jenna's scheming

Noticing Mr. Jasper Sr.'s scrutinizing look, Jenna felt a sudden panic. She had completely forgotten te was there and knew he had seen through her act.

Afraid he might call her out, she quickly dropped the act, got up, and walked over to Mia with tear-filled eyes. She bowed slightly and said, "Mia, I'm sorry for causing Hunter to misunderstand you

Mia smiled faintly. "Apalogy accepted, but I won't be forgiving you." She thought. "Jenna's act is so obvious, yet Hunter is blind to it."

Hunter shot Mia a glare. "Don't push it, Mia! With that, he took Jenna's arm to lead her away

Mia watched them walk away, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. If Jenna felt even the slightest discomfort Hunter was immediately at her side. But when Mia was sick in the hospital, he hadn't come to see her once. To him, she had always been invisible.

She used to cry over this, secretly, feeling devastated. Ever since deciding on the divorce, Via sill fat tre sting of sadness, but she no longer cried. It simply wasn't worth it anymore.

"Come here, Mia!" Mr. Jasper Sr. called, noticing the hint of sorrow in her eyes. His heart ached for ter Such a wonderful girl! How could Hunter fail to appreciate her?

Mia shook off her thoughts and approached him, handing over a box. "I know you like shortbread cookies. Grandpa. I just happened to pick some up on my way here." Mr. Jasper Sr. accepted the bag, smiling as he slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. "Out of everyone in the Jasper family, you're the only one who knows what I like."

Every New Year and holiday, his children and grandchildren would compete to impress him with extravagant gifts, yet none of them truly understood his tastes.

Mia was different. She would bring him thoughtful, simple things each time they met, like a favorite book, a little keepsake, or a box of shortbread cookies. They weren't flashy or expensive, but each one showed -how much she cared.

Mia smiled modestly. "Honestly, Grandpa, I'm just lazy. I didn't put much thought into it. I just grabbed a box of cookies." She was never one to speak behind the Jasper family's back.

Mr. Jasper Sr. shook his head, pulling her to sit beside him as he opened the box of cookies. "Don't sell yourself short, Mia. I know how much thought you put into these things. You always do. But this calm, non-competitive nature of yours, is not always a good thing, Mia.

Mia had never been one to seek praise or vie for recognition. She moved through life with a quiet grace, showing no hint of competitiveness. Sometimes, he wished she would be a bit more assertive and fight for herself a little more.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'll keep that in mind, Grandpa," Mia said with a soft smile. "I'll work on my flaws. Now, why don't you try some of these treats?" She spoke with a trace of sadness in her voice.

When she first married Hunter, she had loved him and had such hope for their future. She had tried to fight for his attention and his affection. But over time, she came to realize he didn't love her. Fighting for him any longer would only make her feel cheap in her own eyes. Mr. Jasper Sr. sighed, feeling a weight settle in his chest. He had so much he wanted to say, but in the end, he stayed silent.

He knew Mia understood. She was too perceptive not to. She had stopped trying or clinging because Hunter had already broken her heart.

"Oh, and Grandpa," Mia added, shifting gears, "I have a lot on my plate with cases right now, so I might not be able to visit as often. But please take care, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

She was already preparing to distance herself as part of her plan for the divorce.