âYou make me sick, Jaelyn! Leave Wragos immediately and never show your face in front of me again.
If you do, donât blame me for being ruthless!â
With a heartless look, he turned to leave.
Jaelyn clutched her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
She staggered to her feet and reached out to embrace him from behind.
âSanford, Iâm truly sorry.
I swear, I wonât deceive you again!â
Sanfordâs eyes remained icy and cruel.
He spun around and gripped her neck again.
âWhat? Havenât you had enough of that feeling of nearly dying just now? Do you want to experience it again?â
Jaelynâs eyes widened with fear.
Sanford brushed her away with a look of disgust, watching as she tumbled to the floor.
âJaelyn, you are a dancer, right? If you show up in front of me again, I will make sure you never dance for the rest of your life!â
Sanfordâs voice still carried its usual allure.
However, at this moment, he resembled the Grim Reaper, radiating a terrifying aura.
Sanford walked out and slammed the door behind him.
Jaelyn stared blankly at the closed door, tears welling up uncontrollably.
She lost him again, this time for good.
He hated her now.
After what felt like an eternity, her phone suddenly rang.
She rose slowly and retrieved it from her bag.
As she looked at the callerâs number, a surge of anger coursed through her.
When she answered the call, she roared, âBitch! You are the cause of my misery! You have completely destroyed my relationship with Sanford.
He detests me now.
I hope you suffer a fate worse than death!â
On the other end of the line, Janiya sat sipping coffee with Millie at a quaint cafe.
Her expression instantly changed when Jaelyn abruptly ended the call.
âIs Jaelyn out of her mind? How dare she curse me like that?â
Millie refilled Janiyaâs cup and asked, âSo, what did Jaelyn say?â