Chapter 6 .
Chapter 6 Cruel satisfaction flashed in Saras eyes .
If I cant have it , neither can you ! A wave of blind fury crashed over me .
I lost all reason .
Grabbing her hair , I slammed her against the wall with every ounce of strength .
One impact , and blood began trickling from her forehead .
Sara screamed , Help ! Murder! Shes trying to kill me ! The door burst open .
Jackson rushed in , taking in Saras bloodied state .
His face went pale .

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He pinned me against the wall , voice shaking with rage and shock : Zoey ! Have you lost your mind ?! Behind him , Sara swayed unsteadily , one hand pressed to her bleeding forehead , the other trembling .
Darling , she whimpered , Im … Im terrified .
I shoved Jackson away and fell to my knees .
With shaking hands , I tried gathering the shattered camera pieces .
They were cold and sharp , refusing to fit back together no matter how I tried .
Glass sliced into my fingertips , blood dripping onto the floor , but I barely noticed .
Jackson grabbed my hands roughly .
Stop it ! Its broken ! You cant fix it ! I recoiled violently , tears streaming endlessly .
Through clenched teeth , he shouted , Its just a damn camera ! You can buy another ! Is this worth going crazy over ?! His words cut like a knife .
This wasnt just a broken camera .
It was my mothers only remaining gift , her final legacy .
To him , it was nothing but a worthless object .
I looked up , hatred surging through me .
I slapped him hard , smearing my blood across his cheek .
Jackson , get out ! Get out of my life ! His face froze in shock .
Without hesitation , I yanked off my engagement ring and hurled it into the trash .
I packed everything and returned to my hometown to visit my mother .
I sat before her gravestone all day .
Jackson called repeatedly .
I never answered .
Finally , I blocked his number .
17:42 Backup Girl No More : Adios To My V Card and My First Love 19.5 % Chapter 6 Sometimes shame overwhelmed me .
Would my mother be disappointed ? Shed raised me to live proudly , bravely , to explore the vast world .
Instead , Id wasted three years on a man who didnt deserve them .
On the third day of my usual cemetery visit , I found something unexpected by her stone .
A pot of bird of paradise flowers .
My heart stopped .
They were her favorite .
Who had been here ? I rushed to the cemetery office to ask .
The staff said someone brought flowers every few months .
They gave me an address .
A suspicion formed , but I dared not believe it .
Following the address led me to a small flower shop .
The owner explained : Three years ago , someone had placed a standing order .
Bird of paradise flowers delivered to Amandas grave every three months .
They paid three years in advance , so I remember clearly , the shopkeeper said .
My heart raced .
Who placed the order ? The shopkeeper checked their records .
A man named Joseph .
My breath caught .
I nearly collapsed .
We havent been able to reach him lately , they continued .
Had a supply issue once and wanted to ask about substituting flowers , but never got through .
They looked up , expression turning concerned .
Miss , are you … are you alright ? Reelam Cir