Samantha’s POV
The cold silence of my apartment pressed against my chest like a vice. Jack’s voice replayed in my head on an endless loop, his final words tearing through me like a storm.
“I loved you, Samantha. But love isn’t enough anymore.”
And then there was Anastasia, standing beside him, her smug smirk seared into my mind. The way Jack had turned his back on me, walking toward the plane without a glance, had broken something deep inside me.
I wasn’t just heartbroken. I was furious.
Louis had orchestrated all of this—every shred of doubt, every c***k in my relationship with Jack, every public humiliation I’d endured. He had used me, manipulated me, and left me fighting for my life while he celebrated.
I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
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Sisco arrived later that nig
