The Substitute's Last Dance novel Chapter 3

My soul tried to escape from this place filled with memories, but some mysterious

force kept pulling me back.

Jackson probably hadn’t been here in a long time; the room was covered in dust.

The divorce papers I left were still on the table, and the food beside them had

spoiled.

Jackson never liked having strangers in the house, and he never helped with the

chores. So, I took care of everything myself, even if it meant straining my back. I

accepted it willingly.

Looking back, my obsession with him was nothing short of pathological.

Two intertwined figures were locked in a passionate kiss when the front door

suddenly opened.

The woman’s face was flushed with desire, her lips forming words of half-hearted

protest, while her slender legs trembled. “Jackson, are we really okay doing this?

What if Jenna catches us? It wouldn’t be good.”

“Don’t kill the mood, baby, okay?”

Rachel pouted. “I’m just worried she’ll make a scene at the office again. Jenna never

liked me much, and if she dislikes me even more, what then?”

Jackson had been staying out all night ever since Rachel came back from abroad.

unscathed.

I had fought for their love again and again, but my heart was now so numb that I

found it hard to care. I hovered coldly above them, watching their embrace.

If Jackson knew I was really dead, and that I had died in such a horrific way, would he

feel even the slightest bit of sorrow?

Would he shed a single tear for me?

But maybe because the thugs had split my head open, I couldn’t come up with an

answer.