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Five years after our divorce, I ran into Jasper Seth by the candle stand at Saint Gwen's Chapel on the outskirts of town. People said Saint Gwen's Chapel was blessed. If lovers lit candles together here, they would stay together for a lifetime. Jasper never believed in such things. No matter how I begged him before, he never came with me. Now, a curvy woman was clinging to his arm. I was there to give thanks for a prayer that had been answered. When our eyes met, surprise flashed across his face. "Honey, look at that woman's scar. It's so ugly." The woman beside him shot me a glance, her tone unapologetically disdainful. "You go inside first, baby. I'll smoke a cigarette out here." Jasper lowered his head, took a cigarette from the pack, and said nothing in response to her cruel remark. Left alone by the candles, neither of us spoke. After he finished his cigarette, he crushed the butt under his shoe and murmured, "Brianna... does the scar still hurt when it rains?" I smiled and shook my head. It didn't hurt anymore. It hadn't hurt for a long time. Not since I left him five years ago.