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…”

accept the truth. “How could she

ruthless woman can’t do. Look how she repaid my parents’ love and

at a loss for words. Shane’s parents did not treat her well? No, it’s the opposite. I saw it with my own eyes how they treated her

who had loved her dearly as though she were their own daughter. And because of that, it would not be a surprise if she

staggered backward

frigidly. “This is

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

freaking cold-hearted devil who killed her own parents! Damn it! Why did I

he felt a rush of suffocating remorse. He pulled his

did not feel like giving any words of comfort to the

has himself to

shifted his gaze away from him and strode

himself. He stood up right away