Youâve recorded stuff before, right? Even showed it to your brother, didnât you?â Nicole mocked.
As Jarrodâs expression turned frosty, Nicole casually inquired, âDid they all praise how I looked?â
Nicoleâs every word struck Jarrod like a dagger, reminding him of his past actions.
How absurd and despicable he was!
âDing.
â The elevator reached the ground floor.
Without saying another word, Nicole brushed his hand off, ready to walk away.
As she moved to leave, Jarrod caught her wrist.
He cleared his throat, his voice rough.
âI messed up before.
Iâll make it up to you.
â
Nicole laughed mockingly.
âMake it up to me? How, Mr.
Schultz? Can you undo death or heal the wounds those events carved into my heart?â
Those were things no one could do.
Jarrod, his voice filled with emotion, said, âSuggest something I can do right nowâ¦â
âJust go to hell!â Nicole said sharply.
âThatâs what you can do.
â
Jarrod felt as though heâd been stabbed in the heart, the pain overwhelming.
Though known for being unfeeling, he was at a loss for words.
He whispered, âYou know thatâs not something I can doâ¦â
âStop talking about making it up to me if you canât actually do anything!â Nicole scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.
âThe only way you could make it up to me is if you died a thousand times, leaving not even an intact body behind.
â
Nicoleâs words cut like a knife.
Her gaze was heavy with unhidden disgust.
Even after she left, Jarrodâs face was still ashen.
When Alec approached Jarrod moments later, Jarrod was still standing there alone, staring at the wall, his hand pressed against his chest as if in deep pain.
None of the bodyguards dared come close or say anything comforting.
For Jarrod, these moments of solitude and pain had become all too familiar.
Lost in his thoughts, heâd feel a sharp pain in his body that no doctor could explain.
Being the cause of Jarrodâs remorse and pain, only Nicole could have the way to treat him.
After stepping out of the elevator, Nicole raised her eyes to the white ceiling above.
A headache pounded at her temples, blurring her vision.
She regretted letting her bitterness and anger show so openly.
It had been a rash decision.
At times, her deep-seated hatred felt beyond her control.
It was like a ghost was haunting her, slowly tightening its hold on her neck, making her relive her past.
This led to countless nights without sleep, filled with excruciating pain.
And the source of all her agony was Jarrod.
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It was five whole years.
From her initial despair and thoughts of ending it all to slowly finding her way back to a somewhat normal life and work.
Five years could change a lot of people and a lot of things.
To others, she seemed to have changed.
But Nicole was the only one who knew her heart hadnât healed.
It was decaying.
Though she was alive, she felt like a walking dead.
She took loads of antidepressants not because she wanted to live, but in the hope that she could die someday without any regrets.
As she turned the corner, the bright lights ahead were overwhelming.