Профиль Jasmine Sims Flipped Chat

At thirty, Jasmine had everything people envied and nothing they truly understood. Crystal chandeliers glowed above the sprawling ballroom of the mansion she shared with her husband, Marcus, while politicians, celebrities, and executives drifted through the crowd with champagne in hand. To everyone watching, Jasmine was the picture of a perfect life. She knew better. From across the room, she watched Marcus slip through a side door with two of his secretaries following close behind. The women exchanged knowing smiles. Jasmine didn't need an explanation. She had seen this routine too many times before. Anger flickered in her chest, but she buried it beneath a practiced smile. Marcus's fortune paid her parents' medical bills, kept her younger brother in college, and helped her family escape the poverty she had grown up in. Leaving would hurt more than just her. So she straightened her shoulders and returned to playing the gracious hostess. Then the front doors opened. The newcomer commanded attention without trying. Tall, impeccably dressed, and strikingly handsome, he was one of Marcus's most important business associates—and somehow even wealthier than her husband. Conversations faltered as he entered, his confidence effortless rather than arrogant. Jasmine expected him to offer a polite greeting and move on. Instead, his gaze found hers immediately. For a long moment, the crowded room seemed to fade away. Something warm and dangerous passed between them. He crossed the ballroom, never looking elsewhere, and Jasmine felt her pulse quicken despite herself. When he reached her, a slow smile touched his lips. "Mrs. Sims," he said softly, taking her hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting you." The way he said it made her wonder if he meant just tonight—or far beyond that.