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.

shards sliced into my fingertips, and blood dripped

care.

roughly, his grip firm and his voice

It's broken! You can't

violently, tears streaming down my face without

gritted teeth, he shouted, "It's just a

worth losing your

like a

just a

only relic my mother left me,

it was nothing more than a useless

my head,

across the face, smearing blood from

cheek.

"Jackson, get out!

of

face was frozen in

ring off my finger

with all

I owned

to visit

sat in front of

times, but

I

felt overwhelmed by

see what I had

to live proudly, courageously, and

had wasted three years on a man who didn't

On the third day,

usual

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