Chapter 79 Escaping From Him
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Jemima’s voice trembled with rage, her chest rising and falling in fury. If time could turn back, she would have ended this doomed entanglement before it even began
Julius‘ face darkened, his eyes bloodshot. Her words stabbed at something raw inside him. “So now you regret being with me? But regret is useless, Jemima. You’ve been mine for a long time. And as long as I refuse to let go, you won’t be able to leave.”
“You were the one who cheated on me! You were the one who neglected me! You were the one who hurt me! So why won’t you let me go? Why do you keep tormenting me?” Jemima’s voice cracked as she erupted in fury, her emotions finally shattering under the weight of it all. “How could you become so cruel?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks, uncontrollable, like pearls slipping from a broken string,
They had tought against all odds to be together, and now, getting a divorce was an even greater struggle.
She had had enough. More than enough. What have I done to deserve this?
“Don’t cry… please, don’t cry, Honey,” he murmured, his heart aching. “It’s all my fault. I deserve the worst. I lost my senses–1 never meant to hurt you, I just… I just couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving.”
Suddenly, Jemima fell silent.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she gazed at him–whether it was exhaustion, overwhelming emotions, or some supernatural entity in the mountains possessing her, she didn’t know. But in that moment, she felt utterly drained and irritated, as if she had been fighting a losing battle for far too long. “Will you
only be satisfied if I’m dead?” she asked, her voice barely above a
whisper.
Julius froze.
His hand hovered uncertainly near her cheek as he stared at her. He wanted to say something, but the words refused to come.
It all started with one misstep–the moment he failed to resist Nadine’s temptation. That single act had set everything in motion, like the first domino in a fragile, carefully built castle. Once it toppled, ruin was inevitable. Now, standing amidst the wreckage of what they once had, he realized too late that some things, once broken, could never be put back together.
The car was steeped in silence, the air thick with unspoken words as they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
Neither of them spoke. It was as if all their energy had drained away
After what seemed like an indeterminate amount of time, Jemima finally broke the silence. “I’m hungry. I want to eat something.”
I’ll go buy it for you,” he said, his voice lacking its usual sharpness.
He reached for the door handle, then realization struck him–there was nowhere to buy food. They were stranded in the middle of nowhere, and the car was out of gas.
Jemima watched him. “My leg hasn’t fully healed, and you just hurt it again. I can’t run.”
Julius didn’t explain. “I’ll look around and see if there’s a convenience store or something nearby. Just wait for me here.”
“All right,” Jemima murmured, her voice faint.
Julius stepped out of the car, locking the door behind him.
He pulled out his phone, checking the map. The nearest convenience store was a thirty–minute walk away.
Scrolling through his contacts, he searched for the supermarket’s phone number, hoping for a delivery option. No luck.
Even if he found one, the store wouldn’t deliver this far out–it was beyond their coverage area.
His only choice was to walk there himself. He had no right to complain; he brought this upon himself.
Jemima watched as Julius disappeared into the distance.
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Chapter 79 Escaping From Him:
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The moment he was out of sight, she sprang into action. Climbing into the back seat, she swiftly folded down the rear seats and crawled into the trunk, slipping out through the emergency exit.
Her injury had indeed been aggravated earlier, but it wasn’t severe. Running was out of the question, but she could still walk. And right now, that was enough.
She walked in the opposite direction.
After twenty
ty minutes of continuous walking, the pain in her wound sharpened. If she pushed herself further and the wound reopened, she would be completely incapacitated.
Glancing at the mountain beside her, she debated whether she should hide.
She had been steadily sending her location to Amelia, so there was a chance her friend was already nearby.
Making up her mind, she carefully climbed up the slope, searching for a dense patch of vegetation to conceal herself. Once hidden, she dialed Amelia and sent her the latest location..
Amelia quickly estimated the distance and said she could be there in about thirty–five minutes. “Find a good hiding spot and Istay put,” she instructed firmly.
After ending the call. Jemima hugged her knees and stared blankly at the faint stars scattered across the sky.
The darkness around her was absolute, pressing in from all sides.
She let out a soft sigh–part frustration, part something close to amusement. The absurdity of her situation made her want to laugh, though there was nothing remotely funny about it.
About ten minutes passed when suddenly, a faint sound reached her ears–footsteps.
Her body tensed instantly. It couldn’t be Amelia; she wasn’t supposed to arrive for another twenty minutes.
Then who is it? Julius? No, that’s impossible. Even if he realized I had escaped and correctly guessed which direction I had gone, how could he have pinpointed this exact, inconspicuous slope along the way? It doesn’t make sense.
In an instant, her mind flashed back to the man who had called out from outside the car window earlier.
Could it be him? Has he been lurking nearby all along? Has he seen me crawl out of the trunk and followed me ever since?
The mere thought sent a wave of terror crashing over her. Her composure shattered. Keeping her body low, she moved deeper into the unknown. Darkness engulfed everything, rendering the path ahead invisible. She didn’t dare use her phone’s flashlight—any light could give away her position. All she could do was grope blindly through the dense underbrush. stumbling forward like a panicked, headless chicken..
