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…”

shook his head frantically and was reluctant to accept the truth. “How could

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

did not treat her well? No, it’s the opposite. I saw it with my own eyes how

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

A horror-stricken Jackson staggered backward and almost slumped onto the

gazed at him frigidly. “This is

my fault! I was wrong!”

who killed her own parents! Damn it! Why did I let go of such a devil? Imagine what kind of heinous act she’ll commit again when she’s on the

as he felt a rush of suffocating remorse. He pulled his hair even harder in anguish as though he could not feel any pain at

feel like giving any words of comfort

only has himself

shifted his gaze away from him

himself. He stood up right away and yelled,