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    He chuckled and memories of when we just started dating flitted through my mind. He used tough at every joke I made then. Maybe having that back wasn''t a bad idea or.... it might be.


    "I''ve been thinking." I said after he had sobered up, my fingers intertwining with his, "I''d withdraw thewsuit I filed against you."


    He went rigid and stared open mouthed at me. "Are you for real?" My heart filled with joy as I glimpsed the hope that shimmered brightly in his eyes.


    I nodded.


    "My God, you''re willing to give me another chance?"


    Iughed, "Yes, Isaac. You love me, don''t you?"


    "I do, with all of my heart."


    "And you''re ready to change. Be the man I fell in love with?"


    He nodded.


    "We can start all over again."


    His eyes widened and his smile broadened. "Be, I swear I will always love you. I admit that I treated you badly and I was wrong, I am willing to reform, I..."


    "Time''s up," His words were interrupted by the prison guard and my clenching fists rxed as he talking. He will reform...as if!


    stopped


    He pulled me into an abrupt hug and I ignored the nausea that rose up my throat. I looked at him affectionately after he pulled away, "Let''s start over. I will drop thewsuit and wait for you, wait for the day you get out of prison, I will pick you up."


    Tears welled up in Isaac''s eyes and he nodded with a watery smile, looking bag as the cop dragged him away, "I will stay strong until I am released. Be, I love you!"


    I gritted my teeth. Could he stop saying that?


    I turned as they took him away. I walked out of the prison and groaned as I massaged the area around my mouth and eyes. My face hurt from forcing all those grins. Now, all that was left to do was to wait; wait for the right time.


    And today was the right time. After I dropped thewsuit, it didn''t take long for Isaac to get released.


    A tall lean man walked out of the gates with some other men and I recognized him immediately because his beard and long hair were gone. He was looking more like Isaac now. I smiled.


    He was looking around, obviously looking for me. His eyes fell on me and I pocketed my phone and raised my hand.


    "Over here," I hopped.


    He started toward me, with long strides and a beaming smile.


    "Bell-"


    My other hand stuck out of my pocket of its own ord and the word died in his mouth as he stopped walking. Slowly, his gaze fell on the gun in my hand before settling on his bleeding stomach. The duffel bag he hung on his shoulder fell and he went down after it, falling to his knees as his hand clutched his stomach.


    The n was to wait for him to get closer to me before I emptied the bullets in his heart but I couldn''t bear to hear him say my name one more time. It had been tortuous enough listening to him say it over and over against week.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    He looked up at me, his eyes were red and pain and betrayal mixed with the tears that glimmered in them.


    I cocked my head and smiled back at him. When I saw cops running towards me, I swiftly pulled the trigger several more times till the gun was emptied.


    The tears that slid down Isaac''s face before he copsed on the floor in a loud heap was worth it all, the hurt and pain and betrayal in his eyes soothed the bitterness in me.


    I hoped that would be the first of the many tears he''d shed as he rotted in hell.


    The prison police swarmed me. "Ops," I said as I calmly threw the gun away then I raised my hands in the air.


    I smirked coldly and looked at them. "I have a mental illness, I want to see mywyer!"