Chapter 762



She was in disbelief, unable to accept the grim reality of Jake’s death. “That… That isn’t Jake,” she stammered, her voice filled with agony.

She repeated the words, her voice shaking. “That can’t possibly be Jake.”

Clayton looked at her with a sorrowful expression. “Kallie, we need to go back. The police are handling it. They’ll figure things out.”

“No, this isn’t him. I won’t stop until I find the real Jake.” Tears streamed down Kallie’s face as she shook her head firmly. How could life be so cruel? Could Jake truly have died like this?

Deep down, a voice screamed at Kallie that the body before her wasn’t Jake. However, the undeniable evidence pushed her toward a reluctant acceptance. Her grief was overwhelming, almost suffocating. Thankfully, she had left the children at home. The sight of the body would have shattered their hearts even more.

“Kallie.” Clayton’s voice was heavy with emotion, his eyes filled with tears. “It’s time to face reality. If this man isn’t Jake, then who is he? Can you really let this shadow haunt you forever?”

Kallie didn’t respond to Clayton. Instead, she staggered away in her high heels, muttering to herself, “I need to find Jake. I have to find him.”

Clayton quickly caught up to her, grabbing her wrist in an attempt to stop her.

gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․com, the heart of storytelling Whirling around, Kallie slapped Clayton fiercely across the face. Her eyes burned with hatred.

Kallie’s emotions surged uncontrollably, and she couldn’t bring herself to forgive Clayton. After all, Jake’s death was on Clayton and Cara.

However, as the sting of her slap settled, regret quickly followed. Clayton had once saved her life. Perhaps, in reality, it was she who was at fault. Had she not been taken by the Perry family years ago, maybe none of this tragedy would have occurred. It was all her fault. Jake’s death was on her.

Overcome by this realization, Kallie was consumed by grief and wept bitterly. Despite the bright sunshine, a chill of despair enveloped her.

In an instant, Kallie’s world tilted violently, Clayton’s face dissolving into a blur.

Just as darkness closed in, Kallie heard the frantic edge in Clayton’s voice, trembling as he called out to her, “Kallie? Kallie, can you hear me?”

Her body went limp, and she slipped into unconsciousness. Without hesitation, Clayton scooped her up, holding her tightly in his arms as he sprinted forward. His voice broke with panic. “Doctor! Where’s the doctor?”

Clayton’s desperation, raw and palpable, made it clear nothing mattered more than Kallie’s well-being.

Lacey stood off to the side, quietly observing. She let out a soft breath, her gaze shifting to the lifeless body nearby. Of course, it wasn’t Jake.

Lacey’s mind reeled. How could Kallie not realize that the body wasn’t Jake, her own husband? It didn’t make sense.

But what disturbed Lacey more was Clayton’s tenderness toward Kallie. The way he held her and his panic suggested something more between them. Something deliberate. The recent scene felt like a carefully staged performance. A body, resembling Jake, had been strategically placed to mislead everyone.

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