Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 104

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I remained still. After a while, the man finished his call and returned to his car. He parked diagonally across from me, leisurely opening a can of soda. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Or was it a coincidence–leaving Chicago at the same time three days ago, returning at the same time now? I didn’t believe in coincidences.

about half an hour, neither of us moved. He was definitely following me. Who sent him? Was it the Crowes, sending a hitman? If so, why hadn’t they acted in three days? My mind raced. Should I call the police? But it would take time, and without concrete evidence, he could

He was professional. My palms sweated during the hour–long drive. Once I entered the city, I relaxed slightly. Near my apartment complex, I suddenly accelerated.“Damn, she noticed!” I heard

the garage, grabbed my luggage, and called

and a wide–brimmed black hat. His hat was so wide that his face was completely obscured. He silently followed me, like

back of my neck. Pain shot through me; my vision blurred. I collapsed. My phone slipped from my hand…Someone caught me, expertly retrieving the phone and ending the call.“Olivia? What’s wrong?” Sherry called out several times. She saw the call had ended. Accidental? She called back, but it went straight to voicemail. I’d said I was in the garage. I should have been in the