Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“Do you think Jacqueline has only hurt my wife and my parents, huh?” Shane snapped, breaking Jackson’s reverie.

“W-What do you mean? Did she hurt anyone else?” Jackson stuttered, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, her parents,” Shane enunciated every word slowly.

To Jackson, those simple words were like a wall that came crashing down on him.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally recomposed himself and asked hesitantly, “Do you mean to say that Jacqueline has something to do with her parents’ death?”

“According to my investigation, she could be the one who orchestrated everything, causing the death of Mr. Graham and his wife.” Shane’s words sent Jackson into a tizzy.

Undoubtedly, orchestrating was even more petrifying than getting involved. One’s involvement in someone’s death might be an indirect or unintentional act. But with orchestration, it was totally different. In other words, Jacqueline could have committed the crime of attempted murder.

Right that instant, Jackson felt his blood run cold. Blood drained from his baby face as he mumbled, “How could it be…”

and was reluctant to accept

ruthless woman can’t do. Look how she repaid

well? No, it’s the opposite. I saw it with my

she had the heart to inflict harm on Shane’s parents, who had loved her dearly as

horror-stricken Jackson staggered backward and almost

gazed at him frigidly. “This

It’s all my fault! I was wrong!” Jackson crouched down,

a horrendous devil. Not to mention he had let go of her impulsively. She’s a freaking cold-hearted devil who killed her own parents! Damn it! Why did I let go of

barely breathe as he felt a rush of suffocating remorse. He pulled his hair even harder in anguish as though he

Shane did not feel like giving any words of comfort to the man

himself to blame,

gaze away

did Jackson come to himself. He stood up right away and yelled, “Shane, let