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  • Chapter 6

  • 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.

  • Glass shards sliced into my fingertips, and blood dripped onto the floor, but I didn’t care.

  • grabbed my hands roughly, his grip firm and

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  • down! It’s broken! You can’t fix it!”

  • violently, tears streaming down my face without

  • shouted, “It’s just a damn camera! You can buy another one!

  • worth losing your mind over?!”

  • a blade stabbing

  • just a broken

  • only relic my mother left me, her final gift to

  • it was nothing

  • my head, hatred surging uncontrollably.

  • slapped him hard across the face, smearing

  • “Jackson, get out!

  • out of my life!!!”

  • face was frozen

  • my finger and hurled it into the

  • I owned and

  • to visit my

  • front of her gravestone all

  • times, but I didn’t answer.

  • the end, I blocked his number.

  • felt overwhelmed by

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  • see what I had become, would

  • courageously, and strongly–to

  • wasted three years on a man who

  • third day,

  • made my usual visit to the

  • saw something

  • pot of

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