From Burning Bride to Runaway Wife - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Shane was already behind the wheel, his icy gaze fixed on Justin kneeling in the dirt.
"If he wants to beg for your forgiveness with his life," Shane said, voice like steel, "then let's see if that life is strong enough to survive it."
Justin didn't flinch. "Do it," he rasped, his voice shredded with desperation. "This is what I owe Lara. If my life is the price, then take it!"
I sucked in a sharp breath, stumbling back just as the gunshot cracked through the air. In an instant, Justin was thrown backward, his body hitting the pavement with a sickening crunch.
The silence that followed was deafening. Shane had held back—just enough. Justin wasn't dead. But he wasn't far from it either. Three months in a coma, teetering on the edge.
When the hospital finally called to say he'd woken up, I walked into his room with Shane beside me, divorce papers clutched in my hand.
A lot had changed in those three months. Shane had finally told me the truth—that he'd loved me for years.
Since my graduation day, when he first saw me on that stage, something inside him had shifted. But with all the tangled history between us, he'd never dared to say a word.
Not until my dream—one he remembered too—shook him to his core. The thought of living with that regret, of never even trying, had been unbearable.
So this time, he didn't hold back. He laid his heart bare.
And when the moment came… I chose him.
Justin's whole body went rigid the second he saw us—our fingers laced together, the unspoken truth written between us. After years of chasing him, begging for scraps of his love, he never imagined I'd actually walk away.
But when reality hit—when he realized Shane and I were really together—the fight drained out of him. For the first time, Justin had nothing left to say.
I didn't either. I just set the divorce papers on the bedside table and turned to leave.
A week later, a package arrived. Inside was the signed divorce agreement, the deed to his shares in Stokes Group, a painstakingly repaired amulet… and a letter.
I kept the first three.
The letter? I crumpled it without reading a word and tossed it straight into the trash. Then I headed downstairs, where Shane was already waiting, keys in hand. Today, we were flying to Mali Island—our first real vacation in years.
The future was ours. And I wasn't about to waste a single second of it looking back.
(The End)
"If he wants to beg for your forgiveness with his life," Shane said, voice like steel, "then let's see if that life is strong enough to survive it."
Justin didn't flinch. "Do it," he rasped, his voice shredded with desperation. "This is what I owe Lara. If my life is the price, then take it!"
I sucked in a sharp breath, stumbling back just as the gunshot cracked through the air. In an instant, Justin was thrown backward, his body hitting the pavement with a sickening crunch.
The silence that followed was deafening. Shane had held back—just enough. Justin wasn't dead. But he wasn't far from it either. Three months in a coma, teetering on the edge.
When the hospital finally called to say he'd woken up, I walked into his room with Shane beside me, divorce papers clutched in my hand.
A lot had changed in those three months. Shane had finally told me the truth—that he'd loved me for years.
Since my graduation day, when he first saw me on that stage, something inside him had shifted. But with all the tangled history between us, he'd never dared to say a word.
Not until my dream—one he remembered too—shook him to his core. The thought of living with that regret, of never even trying, had been unbearable.
So this time, he didn't hold back. He laid his heart bare.
And when the moment came… I chose him.
Justin's whole body went rigid the second he saw us—our fingers laced together, the unspoken truth written between us. After years of chasing him, begging for scraps of his love, he never imagined I'd actually walk away.
But when reality hit—when he realized Shane and I were really together—the fight drained out of him. For the first time, Justin had nothing left to say.
I didn't either. I just set the divorce papers on the bedside table and turned to leave.
A week later, a package arrived. Inside was the signed divorce agreement, the deed to his shares in Stokes Group, a painstakingly repaired amulet… and a letter.
I kept the first three.
The letter? I crumpled it without reading a word and tossed it straight into the trash. Then I headed downstairs, where Shane was already waiting, keys in hand. Today, we were flying to Mali Island—our first real vacation in years.
The future was ours. And I wasn't about to waste a single second of it looking back.
(The End)
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