The Wife Who Jumped on New Year's Eve

Chapter 18

Joanna Taylor stared blankly at the news.

"Renowned artist Crystal Lynn charged with intentional harm and hiring a hitman."

"Crystal Lynn usurped another's place, even meddling in a marriage."

Overnight, Crystal became infamous, despised by everyone.

The value of her paintings plummeted, her gallery was auctioned off to cover breach penalties, and she might even face criminal charges.

As Joanna watched the footage of the deranged woman on screen, a sudden clarity washed over her.

She had once hated Crystal—and rightfully so.

But there was another mastermind lurking behind it all. Ryan Bennett had allowed Crystal to hurt her, which was why she had lost her beloved Grandma Wilson and little Lily.

He always did this—distanced himself, appearing utterly blameless.

The memory of her momentary weakness during the storm made her despise herself. How could she ever face the spirits of her grandmother and daughter again?

Just then, the hospital door creaked open softly, and Sean Yates stepped inside.

In his hands was a bouquet of freshly picked wild roses, their delicate fragrance instantly filling the small room.

Joanna tucked away her thoughts and accepted the flowers.

"They're beautiful. Thank you, Sean."

"Don't mention it."

Looking at the gentle woman before him, an indescribable emotion welled up in his chest.

At first, he had only pitied her. Later, he realized that being near her brought him an endless warmth.

And now...

Sean hesitated for a long moment before speaking.

"Joanna..."

Her body tensed almost imperceptibly, sorrow flickering in her eyes.

She knew she couldn't hide it from him—he was too observant.

Sean exhaled slowly.

"Will you ever forgive him?"

"He's already punished the one who hurt you."

"Whoever drove you to such despair must have been someone you loved deeply."

Joanna's gaze darkened with grief.

"No. Because he was the one behind it all."

"I gave him countless chances, and each time, he threw them away."

"Now, no matter what he does, Grandma and Lily will never come back."

Sean's clenched fingers relaxed.

"Then... would you let me take care of you from now on?"

"I'm not pressuring you. I just don't want to miss out on someone who's already so wonderful."

His voice was tender and sincere. He wanted to protect her.

But Joanna only smiled bitterly. After Ryan, she could never fully trust another man again.

She sighed softly.

"Sean, you're a good person. I'm truly grateful for everything you've done for me."

"But..."

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes, but he quickly steadied himself.

"It's alright. I know feelings can't be forced. I just didn't want to live with regrets."

"Whatever happens, I hope you find happiness."

"None of what happened was your fault. Don't torture yourself with memories."

Joanna's breath hitched. Memories were like a blunt knife, carving wounds all over her soul.

The world was vast, yet everyone she had loved—and who had loved her—was gone forever. She wanted to move on, but every day and night, the pain consumed her.

The cruelest truth was that no matter how much she begged or wished, Grandma and Lily would never return.

Sean handed her a tissue, his heart aching.

He wanted to hold her, to offer some comfort—but he knew the wounds in her heart were beyond his reach.

Joanna steadied herself and made a quiet plea.

"Sean, could you do me a favor? I don't want Ryan to know I've regained my memories yet. I need more time."

He nodded.

He would always respect her. And he would always stand by her side.