Hazel’s POV
Jackson let go of my chin and stepped back, looking almost proud of himself.
“Yes,” he said simply. “It was always me. I tried to get rid of you so many times. But you kept surviving. Like some cursed gift from the Goddess.”
I stared at him, seeing him clearly for the first time.
The man who had smiled at me. The man who had taken bullets for me. The man everyone thought was in love with me.
It had all been a lie.
A carefully built mask to hide his real obsession...my husband.
My stomach twisted violently.
“You’re sick,” I whispered.
Jackson tilted his head, smiling that same twisted smile.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I’m honest now. And since you’re here…tied up and helpless…maybe it’s finally time to finish what I started.”
The tension in the room became suffocating.
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