Chapter 31

Cruel satisfaction flashed in Sara's eyes.

"If I can't have it, neither can you!"

A tsunami of despair and fury instantly engulfed me.

I lost all sense of reason.

Grabbing Sara by the hair, I shoved her toward the wall with every ounce of strength I had.

One blow, and blood began to seep from her forehead.

Sara screamed, "Help! Murder! Someone's killing me!"

The hotel room door slammed open.

Jackson stormed in, his gaze falling on Sara's battered state. His face turned ashen.

He grabbed me and pressed me against the wall, his voice trembling with rage and disbelief:

"Zoey! Are you insane?!"

Behind him, Sara stood unsteadily, one hand clutching her bleeding forehead, the other shaking uncontrollably.

In a quivering voice, she murmured, "Darling, I'm... I'm so scared."

I pushed Jackson away, dropping to my knees.

My hands trembled as I tried to pick up the shattered camera.

The fragments were cold, sharp, and unyielding as I struggled to piece them back together. But no matter how I tried, they wouldn't fit.

and blood dripped onto

care.

grabbed my hands roughly, his grip firm and his

down! It's broken! You can't fix

flinched violently, tears streaming down my face

a damn camera! You can buy another

this really worth losing

felt like a blade

just

only relic my mother left me, her final gift

him, it was nothing

head, hatred surging

hard across the face, smearing blood from

cheek.

"Jackson, get out!

of

was

ring off

can with all

everything I owned and returned to my

went to visit my

sat in front of

times, but I didn't

I blocked his

I felt overwhelmed by

see what I had become, would she feel

me to live proudly, courageously,

years on

On the third day,

usual visit to the

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