His voice was icy cold as he quickly hung up the phone.
“Pamela, I’ll have my assistant send Nicole away immediately.”
Seeing my attitude soften, Jerry immediately wrapped his arms around me gently from behind. “Pamela, how about our usual spot tonight? Just the two of us.”
That place he mentioned was where I used to act wild.
The bar my father gave me was full of male models.
After I unilaterally broke up with Jerry back then, he’d follow me around day after day, watching in agony as men surrounded me.
One day, seeing me about to kiss someone else, he finally snapped. “Give me ten minutes!”
Then he changed into a male model’s outfit and kissed me in an even more scandalous pose.
Whatever type I fancied, he’d transform himself into it.
Eventually, that place became our exclusive rendezvous spot.
My resolve weakened. I turned around and said solemnly, “Jerry, don’t disappoint me again. If there’s a next time, I will leave.”
He gazed at my reddened eyes, gently touching my face. “Pamela, trust me.”
That night, the moment I stepped out of my studio, someone tackled me to the ground.
Bodyguards swiftly pulled the person away.
It was Nicole.
Gone was her smugness from taunting me earlier; now she radiated pure resentment.
“Pamela! Who do you think you are, making me leave? You stole my position, my person, my home!”
I ignored her, stepping around to walk away.
But suddenly she pulled out a dagger and lunged at me.
The bodyguards yanked me back just in time, yet the blade still grazed my right arm.
Seeing the bodyguards closing in, Nicole stumbled backward, pressing the dagger’s tip against her own chest in panic.
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“Don’t come closer! I’ll kill myself if you take another step!”
I waved my hand, signaling the bodyguards to retreat.
Nicole should’ve relaxed, but instead she snapped completely.
“You made my brother kick me out! You destroyed my home and everyone who cared about me! Fine, I’ll just die then!”
With that, she raised the dagger high.
Suddenly, rapid footsteps pounded behind us.
Jerry sprinted past in a frenzy, not even pausing when he bumped my injured arm.
“Nicole!”
He charged forward, barehanded wrenching the dagger from her grip and hurling it to the ground.
Blood streamed from Jerry’s palm, yet he paid it no mind.
He just held Nicole, his voice thick with heartache. “Why would you do something so foolish?”
“Brother, if even you don’t want me… what’s the point of living? I might as well let you and your wife be happy.”
Sitting on the ground, pressing my bleeding arm, I tried to explain.
“Jerry, I didn’t tell her to-”
But without letting me finish, Jerry walked away with Nicole, not a backward glance.
For the first time, he abandoned me.
My chest ached fiercely.
As if that blade hadn’t pierced my arm, but my heart.
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