"Jack! You’d better forget me for real this time! Or I swear I’ll drag you to hell with me!" I yelled.
Jack grabbed my collar angrily. The veins in his arms were clearly visible.
Once, those strong arms had held me close and his mouth kept assuring me over and over, "Lucy, you have me. I’ll always be by your side."
However, I did not need anyone anymore.
A place to come home to was a lie. In the end, all a person could only have were himself.
I did not know when Aston had stepped in and positioned himself between me and Jack, to separate us. Meanwhile, a couple of store employees rushed over to hold Jack back.
I tugged at Aston's sleeve and shook my head, silently asking him not to say anything.
"You're crazy," Jack spat and pointed at me. His teeth clenched in anger.
How easy it was for a man to turn love into hate.
I let out a bitter smile as a wave of nausea churned in my stomach, then rose to the surface. As soon as a cough escaped my lips, I could hear a gasp of surprise from people around us.
"What's wrong with you?" Jack asked in surprise.
He stood there frozen. His gaze flickered from the fresh blood on the floor to me.
He frowned. There was hesitation and concern on his face.