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89. I Wait, I Hope, and I Pray

Rima’s POV

The world around me feels like it's spinning, out of control, faster and faster. Images flash through my mind in a chaotic whirlwind. Jacob, lying on the ground, blood staining his shirt. George, my husband in name only, smiling cruelly as he forced me to play the dutiful wife. His body, lifeless and cold on the floor, my hands stained with his blood.

Shooting Jacob... My heart clenches at the thought. It was a desperate act, a last-ditch attempt to save him. The memory of pulling the trigger, of seeing him fall, sends a wave of nausea through me. I had aimed for his chest, further away from his heart, I prayed to every god I could think of that I wouldn't kill him. That I wouldn't lose him like I'd lost so much before him.

If I had let George pull that trigger, Jacob would be dead now. A bullet in his head, instant and unforgiving. But there was a chance, a slim, horrifying chance, that I could save him and I had no other choice but to take it.

After George took me away, J
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