Chapter Ninety-Five

Tyler’s POV

As I closed my eyes to sleep, my mind drifted into a deep sleep where I continued to dream about all that had happened and how much I had hurt my Luna, my wife, Jasmine.

In this dream, it was at night and I sat in my room, I found myself going through Jasmine's belongings. Her scent lingered on her clothes, a painful reminder of what I had lost. I picked up her journal, hesitant to invade her privacy but desperate for any clue that might help find her. Flipping through the pages, I read her thoughts and feelings, her hopes and fears. Each entry was a dagger to my heart, highlighting how blind I had been to her suffering.

There was an entry about the day we first met, how she had been so nervous and excited. Another entry about our wedding day, her hopes for our future together. And then, as the entries progressed, her happiness turned into confusion and sadness. She wrote about my coldness, my cruel words, and how she felt like she was losing herself. The last entry was a p