She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 380

Lyra went home and took a shower.

In her past life, she had managed to stay pregnant for over five months. Rowan had specifically demanded she carry the child to term so he could track down whoever the father was. But then Jasmine had pushed her down the stairs, and she had lost the baby.

Firing up another burner phone, Lyra anonymously sent the highly explicit video of Rowan consumed by lust to Jasmine, accompanied by a taunting text:

[Your scumbag boyfriend slept with me again. Don't you just want to kill him? Dump him! You have to drop a jerk like this. I'm telling you this for your own good.]

This time, the audio clearly captured the man's heavy breathing.

There was no way Jasmine could feign ignorance now.

After hitting send, Lyra yawned, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Jasmine received the message.

She flinched, terrified to open it.

She agonized for a full twenty minutes before finally breaking down and clicking on the video. The moment she registered the scene, she was paralyzed with horror.

Her blood ran cold.

The clip was incredibly raw and intimate.

That handsome face had lost all its usual icy reserve, flushed with an overwhelming, carnal desire. His jawline was taut, his breathing heavy and rugged.

It was dangerously seductive and utterly devastating.

She never imagined Rowan could look like that.

Jasmine went deathly pale, the blood roaring in her ears as a volcanic eruption of jealousy and fury ripped through her chest.

She called the number back. Turned off.

Shut down again.

*What a cowardly bitch.*

Unable to suppress her boiling emotions, Jasmine let out a piercing scream. She hurled her phone violently against the wall, shattering the screen, and collapsed to the floor.

The commotion startled the family members. Aside from Grandma Ford, who was already asleep, everyone else rushed into the room.

Seeing his sister in such a pathetic state, Finn—who had never seen her this heartbroken—couldn't bear it. "If it's this bad, just dump him. There are plenty of incredible men who would line up to date you without Rowan in the picture."

"Finn!" Jonathan barked.

Compared to Rowan, other men were nothing. A kid like Finn wouldn't understand.

Her voice thick with sobs, Jasmine choked out, "It has nothing to do with him... Just stop asking."

Her mind was entirely consumed by the video from the unknown number. Rowan had actually been that intimate and tender with another woman...

She was driven mad with jealousy and utterly humiliated. She couldn't possibly tell her family about something so degrading and private.

She clenched her fists, harboring a lethal hatred for the woman hiding in the shadows. It took her several minutes to rein in her emotions before she rasped, "It's not Rowan. It's a work problem. Please leave, I want to rest."

She refused to expose the humiliating truth.

Jonathan frowned deeply, his expression dark, while Tabitha looked fraught with worry. Seeing how crushed she was and how desperately she wanted to be alone, they didn't press the issue and left it at that.

"Jasmine, get some sleep. Don't worry, there's no hurdle we can't overcome."