101. Damn You!

Jacob’s POV

The moment I found her in the closet, my heart had dropped like a stone in my chest. She was here. She was real. The woman who had haunted every waking moment and every restless dream, was here, in the flesh.

Her presence was like a punch to the gut, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions I'd buried deep within me. Anger, hurt, betrayal - they all surged to the surface, a potent cocktail that threatened to consume me. Yet, beneath it all, there was a glimmer of something else. Relief? Hope? I couldn't tell.

The moment I saw her pull the trigger, my world came to a screeching halt. The gun, instead of being aimed at the door, was pressed against her own chest. My heart pounded in my ears, a deafening drum that drowned out everything else. I watched in frozen horror as her fingers tightened around the trigger, a look of grim determination on her face.

But the expected bang never came. The gun didn't discharge. The safety was on.

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