Starting Over, Standing Tall - Chapter 13

“Noah, let me go.”

“Sarah, you’ll die if you jump. Would you rather die than come back with me?” Noah still wouldn’t let go.

“Noah, even if I die, I won’t go back with you.”

I will never forget the year he caused a minor actress to have a miscarriage.

The news was on the hot search for a week.

I had asked him for a divorce.

Noah said I was being disobedient.

He didn’t let me see Billy and locked me in a cage in the basement.

It was a nightmare for 3 months.

I could imagine that this time if he brought me back to the city, he would definitely hide me.

I bit Noah’s hand.

He frowned in pain, but still wouldn’t let go.

I slowly pried his fingers open.

“Noah, goodbye.”

“Sarah, no.”

Amid his heart-wrenching roar, I jumped.

I landed safely.

I had gambled right before jumping.

I observed the terrain and confirmed that this height wouldn’t be life-threatening before taking the risk.

Except for some scratches on my arms, I was unharmed.

My senior’s plane followed closely.

Back in Hong Kong, we held another wedding.

Ironically, Noah, witnessing me jump, thought I was dead.

With in days, he also jumped, falling into the same sea he had used to play a cruel joke on me on April Fool’s Day.

It turned out that everything was faded.

THE END