The Substitute's Last Dance novel Chapter 7

Rachel clung to Jackson, insisting on taking folic acid to prepare for pregnancy. It was

utterly nauseating.

I wanted to leave countless times, but it felt like I was cursed, doomed to follow

Jackson, watching helplessly as they flaunted their love.

Forced to witness their affection, I gritted my teeth in anger.

Two and a half months after I disappeared, Jackson received a call from the police: “I

didn’t report her missing, you must have the wrong number! Oh, Zoey reported it?

Alright, I’ll cooperate.”

After hanging up, Jackson sat alone in the living room for a long time.

Even as Rachel paraded in front of him in a slit skirt, he didn’t seem to notice.

Rachel asked cautiously, “Jackson, what’s wrong?”

Jackson didn’t respond. He walked to the bathroom and picked up a brush I used to

use. “Zoey reported her missing. The police found some leads and need my

cooperation.”

A flash of panic crossed Rachel’s face, and she quickly grabbed her purse to follow

him.

As soon as Jackson arrived at the police station, Zoey, who had been waiting at the

door, slapped him hard across the face.

her missing. When they contacted him, he thought they had the wrong number.”

“Seriously, what kind of husband doesn’t worry when his wife’s been missing for two

and a half months? I bet he—”

Jackson’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was only then that he felt the creeping dread, his hair standing on end.

Pushing past the forensic examiner and detectives in front of him, he finally saw the

battered corpse.

As the weight of realization crashed down on him, Jackson fell to his knees.