Buried Love Series Ashes of Regret (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 33

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Watching Max lazily bask in his comfort, I recalled my last argument with Jackson.
He wanted me to take her place, to be kidnapped by thugs stead of his precious.
first love.
The injuries I’d suffer as a substitute would manifest a hundredfold on my own body-
my family’s secret wasn’t some miraculous power.
In my despair, I coughed up blood, the arrow wound from my last substitution still
unhealed. “I really can’t do it again, Jackson. I’m still not recovered from the last
time.”
He was incredulous, accusing me repeatedly. I had never refused Jackson before, so
he took my love for granted. “Jenna, what’s one more time? Rachel’s been pampered
all her life; she can’t handle this kind of suffering.”
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably, a chill spreading through me as rage
clouded my reason.
The deepest wounds always come from those closest to you.
Once, Jackson had sympathized with my plight, taking me to change my name when I
came of age.
Now, to force my hand, he mercilessly reopened those old wounds.
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Despair washed over me like a tide, my voice hoa**estioned him, “Do you
even realize what you’re saying. Jackson?”
He tried to hide his guilt with a raised voice, bis face briefly showing a flicker of
shame. “You’re just a girl from a family that favors sons over daughters, Jenna. I
say anything wrong?”
“Rachel said you were jealous of her, and I didn’t believe it, but now….”
“You’re really selfish and petty, can’t even do this one small favor.”
Numb with sorrow, I felt blood seeping through the bandages. “Jackson, what do I
have to do to prove I’m not selfish? When she wanted to build her military
credentials, I went to the battlefield for her; when she insisted on reforming inmates,
I went to the prison in her place. What more do you want?”
“Jackson, you’re going to drive me to my death,” I whispered, clutching his shirt, tears
streaming uncontrollably down my face, biting my lip until it bled.
Jackson sneered, lounging on the sofa with a look of contempt. “Someone like you
might as well be dead.”
As if being in the same room as me was beneath him, he stood up, dusted off his
pants, and after a moment, delivered his ultimatum. “We can divorce. You don’t have
to go. Think it over.”
I collapsed onto the bed, my heart dead inside.
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Our last encounter in life ended in unbearable humiliation.
Are you satisfied now, Jackson?
We don’t need to get divorced.
I’m really dead, just like you wanted.
My soul tried to escape from this place filled with memories, but some mysterious
force kept pulling me back.