Nicole frowned, regretting her impulsive action.
She never intended to leave any mark on this man she viewed as vile.
Upon reaching the seaside, Nicole solemnly scattered Wessonâs ashes into the ocean.
At this moment, her tears had dried up.
Her mind replayed the recent turmoil.
So many things had happened.
The forced mistress role, the beatings, her cancer diagnosis, being framed and jailed, and now, the loss of her father and her dying mother.
It had only been a few months, yet it felt like an eternity had passed.
Enduring until this moment hadnât been easy for Nicole.
Nicole wished to commend herself, âWell done, Nicole.
Youâve given it your all.
â
As the funeral concluded, a gust of wind swept across the area.
Nicoleâs black hat, caught by the wind, flew off her head.
âMy hat! My hat!â Nicole cried out.
Without thinking of her safety, she darted after it, but Jarrod quickly grasped her around the waist.
âHave you lost your mind?â Jarrod rebuked her.
âThat area is dangerous! Didnât you see the warning sign?â
Nicole, overcome with emotion, wept.
âThat hat was from my father! He gave it to me!â
Jarrodâs expression hardened.
âStay here.
â
He proceeded forward, stepping over the chain to retrieve the hat.
Just as he picked it up, Nicoleâs voice rang out from behind.
âJarrod Schultz!â
Jarrod spun around, his heart sinking at the sight.
Nicole had crossed the chain, standing perilously on the edge of the cliff side.
Her brief journey was coming to an end at this moment.
Yet, she found solace in the thought that she wouldnât have to endure her absurd, sorrowful existence any longer.
With tears in her eyes and a voice laced with hatred, Nicole declared, âCongratulations! You win.
Iâm going to kill myself!â
With those words and a resigned smile, she leaned back, falling off the cliff.