I Died, I Saw the Plot Twist, I Came Back - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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My senior brother tried to intervene, but I knew Shawn's explosive temper. I signaled for him to leave first - no need to get dragged into this mess.
Jeremy at least had some self-control left. He stared at me with this complicated look.
"Sarah," he said, voice tight, "why'd you disappear without a word? Why change your plans overnight? Why trash everything we gave you? And most importantly—" his voice cracked, "why abandon us?"
The rapid-fire questions gave me a headache. Rubbing my temples, I snapped, "What gives you the right to interrogate me, Jeremy? Who exactly are you to me?"
"I'm—" His hand froze midair, words failing him.
And why wouldn't they? In this life, I'd never accepted his love confession. Never been obsessed with him. To me, he was nobody. That childhood bond? Worn to threads by years of hurt.
Even Shawn, usually so arrogant, dropped the act. He actually lowered his head. "Sarah, we messed up last time. But did you have to cut us off completely? Do you have any idea how long we've searched..."
They spilled this sob story about going crazy with worry after I left. How they'd eventually groveled before Grandma for clues. Poor soft-hearted Grandma - she'd practically raised them alongside me.
I laid it out straight: I'd chosen neither of them. Chosen a clean break instead.
So of course they'd chased me across countries, burning through connections and cash - millions spent just for this confrontation. Too bad my heart stayed frozen.
Pulling out my phone, I played their love confessions to Lindsay back at them. Deadpan.
"Cut the act. Game over. If you want Lindsay, go get her. Just stop using my life as some romantic prop. I've got my own path now - stay off it."
The color drained from their faces. That recording kept looping in the silence, each replay hitting like a slap.
When Shawn lunged for my phone, I stepped back coldly. "Try that in a Soviet research center with armed guards around. Go ahead - smash the evidence. Or maybe threaten Grandma again?"
My chest ached at Grandma's mention. After all her kindness - summer fruit teas, winter scarves, treats always in triplicate since childhood. And their repayment? Absent when I needed them most. Willing to hold Grandma hostage. Some debts can't be forgiven.
Jeremy's face twisted with something like remorse. "Sarah, you misunderstood—"
"Save it. My patience ran out miles back."
Jeremy at least had some self-control left. He stared at me with this complicated look.
"Sarah," he said, voice tight, "why'd you disappear without a word? Why change your plans overnight? Why trash everything we gave you? And most importantly—" his voice cracked, "why abandon us?"
The rapid-fire questions gave me a headache. Rubbing my temples, I snapped, "What gives you the right to interrogate me, Jeremy? Who exactly are you to me?"
"I'm—" His hand froze midair, words failing him.
And why wouldn't they? In this life, I'd never accepted his love confession. Never been obsessed with him. To me, he was nobody. That childhood bond? Worn to threads by years of hurt.
Even Shawn, usually so arrogant, dropped the act. He actually lowered his head. "Sarah, we messed up last time. But did you have to cut us off completely? Do you have any idea how long we've searched..."
They spilled this sob story about going crazy with worry after I left. How they'd eventually groveled before Grandma for clues. Poor soft-hearted Grandma - she'd practically raised them alongside me.
I laid it out straight: I'd chosen neither of them. Chosen a clean break instead.
So of course they'd chased me across countries, burning through connections and cash - millions spent just for this confrontation. Too bad my heart stayed frozen.
Pulling out my phone, I played their love confessions to Lindsay back at them. Deadpan.
"Cut the act. Game over. If you want Lindsay, go get her. Just stop using my life as some romantic prop. I've got my own path now - stay off it."
The color drained from their faces. That recording kept looping in the silence, each replay hitting like a slap.
When Shawn lunged for my phone, I stepped back coldly. "Try that in a Soviet research center with armed guards around. Go ahead - smash the evidence. Or maybe threaten Grandma again?"
My chest ached at Grandma's mention. After all her kindness - summer fruit teas, winter scarves, treats always in triplicate since childhood. And their repayment? Absent when I needed them most. Willing to hold Grandma hostage. Some debts can't be forgiven.
Jeremy's face twisted with something like remorse. "Sarah, you misunderstood—"
"Save it. My patience ran out miles back."
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