Avenging Love

Chapter Twenty Nine

Jennifer's POV....

I was getting bored as the hours dragged on. Daisy wasn't at home, she had left early for work, leaving me with the whole day to myself. I needed to find a new job, I couldn't stay at home like that, it suffocated me.

My mind was wandering, thinking about what Jake had wanted to discuss. His cryptic message had left me anxious and curious.

As I paced back and forth in the lounge, the sound of the ticking clock seemed louder with each passing second.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, shattering the silence and making me jump. My heart raced as I considered who it could be. It might be Daisy, I had asked her to come home early, but I didn't expect her that early.

I went to the door and slowly turned the handle, As I opened it, a cold breeze hit my face, and my hair danced freely with the rhythm of the wind. I found it hard to open my eyes due to the intense pressure of the wind, when I finally managed, there it was, the face I had been yearning to see but, at the same time, did not wanna see.

As I saw him, I quickly turned around, trying to make my escape. But before I could get far, he closed the door with a firm click. In one swift motion, he reached out and grabbed my hand, causing me to come to an abrupt halt. The suddenness of his action made me stop in my tracks, caught between the urge to flee and the unexpected grip holding me back.

"Why didn't you come to the office?"

"I guess you know the answer," I replied, trying to pull my hand free from his steel grip, but it was no use.

"Leave me. I don't want to talk to you," I said, my voice trembling.

He tightened his hold on my hand, yanking me back towards him until my back hit his chest with a harsh impact. He grasped my shoulders with both hands, the intensity of his grip made me shiver. I closed my eyes tightly, a tear slipping down my cheek despite my efforts to stay composed.

He leaned his face close to mine, his breath warm against my skin as he rested his chin on my shoulder. "Don't you trust me? Do you think I would lie to you?" he whispered.

"I don't know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. His grip on my shoulders tightened. I let out a deep sigh,

"I don't know if I should trust you or not, because if you're innocent, you're still protecting the killer," my voice trembling.

He suddenly released me, his frustration evident.

"He is not a killer, it was all a mistake."

"Yeah, a mistake," I mocked.

"From tomorrow, you will be coming to the office," he said sternly, his tone brooking no argument.

"I will-" I started to respond, but he cut me off abruptly, his eyes narrowing.

He raised a finger and pointed directly at me with an authoritative gesture.

"I didn't ask for your opinion. When I say you will come, it means you will come," he said, his voice icy and unyielding. "And I don't like to repeat myself," he added, the finality in his tone making it clear that the matter was closed.

I stared at him in deep shock, my mind whirling from the intensity of his anger. One moment, he was calm and composed, and the next, his demeanor had shifted completely, as if he were a different person entirely.

It was impossible to grasp how someone could change so drastically, going from seemingly pleasant to exhibiting such fierce anger in the blink of an eye. But it is enough now, I won't let his anger affect me any longer.

As he turned to leave, I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the tension.

"I will not come, I'm not your servant to be commanded at your convenience. You can't order me around anymore."

I watched as his back stiffened, his muscles visibly tensing with suppressed anger. His jaw clenched tightly, and his entire posture radiated frustration.

He let out a deep, frustrated sigh, the sound heavy with his irritation. After a moment, he nodded curtly and said, "We'll see tomorrow." With that, he walked away, not glancing back as he left.

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"Come on, Daisy, hurry up! Let's go. We're not heading to your marriage venue, we're just going to talk to him."

Daisy, who was already dressed in a chic outfit, was still fussing in front of the mirror, applying another layer of makeup. She was clearly not satisfied with her look, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"We're going to meet Jake, not just anyone. Looks matter, don't you know?"

I sighed and grabbed the makeup brush from her hand, tossing it into the overflowing makeup box. Daisy crossed her arms and shot me a look of annoyance.

I grasped her arm and dragged her towards the door.

"How mean you are! You didn't even care about my makeup," she said, pouting dramatically.

"You already have enough makeup on your face. There's no room for more."

With a defeated sigh, Daisy made a final, dramatised pout, she then flashed a playful smile, and we both left.

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As we arrived at the park, following the address Jake had sent, we spotted him sitting alone on a corner bench. He was fidgeting with his fingers, his head bowed low.

When we got closer, Jake finally looked up at us. His eyes were red, puffy, and glistening with unshed tears, making it clear he had been crying for some time.

"What happened?" Daisy asked, her voice filled with concern, she hurried over and sat beside him, her hand gently resting on his shoulder.

He held his head in his hands, fingers gripping his hair tightly, tears rolling down his cheeks. The weight of whatever he was carrying seemed to be crushing him.

"What happened, Jake?" I asked, my voice filled with shock and concern. He looked up, his eyes glistening with fresh tears, struggling to find the words.

"I... I don't have the courage to tell you, I don't know how I can."

He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands trembled as he spoke, and he seemed to shrink into himself.

"I messed things up," his face contorting with pain. Suddenly, he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

As he was struggling with his emotions, Daisy wrapped her arms around Jake, pulling him into a comforting hug. She gently patted his back, trying to soothe him as his sobs gradually subsided. His breathing slowed, and he began to calm down a little bit. After a few moments, Jake sat up straighter, wiping away the tears from his face.

"It.... it was me," he stammered, his voice barely audible, and we could see the guilt and pain etched on his face. He glanced away, unable to meet our eyes, as if the truth was too heavy to bear.

Until then....