Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 276 End With Sorrow

Chapter 276 End With Sorrow 

In the surveillance room, Jarrod watched Nicole on the screen, a pang of pain striking his heart.

Jarrod longed to embrace Nicole, yet he was acutely aware of his current lack of standing to do so.

During their silent car ride back, neither spoke a word.

Upon arriving at the mourning hall, Jarrod noticed Nicole had succumbed to sleep, worn out from being

awake for two days straight.

Observing her peaceful slumber, Jarrod chose not to disturb her, allowing her to rest in the car.

"Waah..."

Suddenly, Nicole began crying in her sleep.

Her body trembled, and her muffled sobs deeply affected Jarrod.

Feeling as if his heart were ensnared by chains and grappling with immense guilt, Jarrod's face turned

ashen.

He then did what he had longed to do.

He gently held Nicole in his arms.

In her sleep, Nicole, mistaking him for someone else, clung tightly to his arm.

Jarrod, breathing deeply, remained still, fearful of waking her.

After a while, exhaustion overcame Jarrod.Having also been awake for two days, Nicole's closeness,

the focus of his turmoil, lulled Jarrod into sleep.

Nicole's eyes suddenly snapped open to the sound of Jarrod's steady breathing.

Contrary to appearances, she had not been asleep.

The thought of resting next to someone she deemed a demon was inconceivable.

Quietly, she shipped from Jarrod's embrace, leaving him slumped against the seat, vulnerable in sleep.

The moonlight cast a deceptive glow on his stern, yet striking features, masking his underlying

ruthlessness.

Nicole, eyeing the driver's seatbelt, a sinister idea forming in her mind, contemplated an evil plan.

And that was to kill Jarrod.

The weight of her suffering and the Lawrence family’s tragedies all traced back to this man.

Nicole believed that by eliminating the root of these woes, she could finally give her parents peace.

In her mind, avenging them meant joining them in the afterlife.

As she pulled out the seatbelt and wrapped it around Jarrod's neck, her hands shook, tears streaming

down her face.

She had never squashed an ant, how could she take a human life? Frozen, unable to complete the

final act, her resolve wavered.

Then, a deep, raspy voice shattered the silence.

"Why stop now?"Jarrod's eyes opened, his gaze in the moonlight unreadable.

He reached out, pressing the back of Nicole's hand, still clutching the seatbelt.

His voice was icy as he asked, "Do you need help?"

For a moment, Nicole's mind went blank.

A flood of anger, unwillingness, and hatred surged within her.

She had lost her chance, and Jarrod wouldn't grant her another.

Tears spilled over, her shoulders shaking.

Jarrod chuckled.

"What? Too annoyed to cry?"

Tears filled Nicole's eyes, leaving her speechless.

Her shoulders shook, and her heart was consumed with loathing.

She despised her own inability to end his life.

Jarrod's heart twisted at the sight of Nicole's tears.

How could she continually soften his hardened heart? He had thought their relationship was purely

rooted in hatred.

But now, it seemed irrelevant whether he hated Nicole or not.

They were bound by a complex, unhealthy dynamic - a mix of love and hate, too entangled to be simply

categorized.

Neither love nor hatred alone could define or resolve the intricate web of emotions they shared.

In the midst of their tangled emotions, Jarrod's resolve was clear.

He couldn't let Nicole go.

He pondered over Jamie's deceitful narratives.

If Jamie's accounts were all lies, could Nicole's supposed impending death due to stomach cancer be a

reality? This thought sent waves of panic through Jarrod.

Gripping Nicole's face, his eyes a tempest of emotion, Jarrod declared, "Nicole, we're even now, but I'm

not letting you go just yet.Understand my words."

It wasn't a request.

It was something he had decided.

Aware of the revulsion his words might evoke in Nicole, Jarrod chose to be candid.

After all, she loathed him already, didn't she? "One day, I'll give you that opportunity," he said, alluding

to a chance for her to end his life.

Nicole, despair evident in her voice, asked, "Jarrod, do you mean only death could make me escape

from you?"

"No, I won't let you die!"

Jarrod responded sharply, his eyes flickering.

"If you even think of dying, I'll come after everyone who ever helped you!"

It seemed Nicole barely registered his words.

Her fear wasn't death, but living a life steeped in hatred.

Jarrod cautioned, "Remember what I said."

Yet Nicole remained silent, lost in her thoughts.

As dawn broke, signaling a new day, the time came to cremate Wesson's remains.

Mitchel and Raegan joined in paying their last respects.

After the cremation, Nicole, her voice barely above a whisper,revealed, "Jarrod, my father's final wish

was for his ashes to be scattered at sea."

Jarrod, upon hearing this, frowned and met her gaze.

Despite any reservations, he found himself unable to voice an objection.

Before stepping into the car, Nicole turned to Raegan.

"Being your friend has been the best part of my life."

Raegan's eyes immediately welled up, tears cascading down her cheeks.

Clutching Nicole's wrist, Raegan managed through sobs, "I'll be here, waiting for you."

With a nod to Raegan, Nicole then entered Jarrod's car.

Jarrod had been vigilantly monitoring Nicole for the past two days, ensuring he was always close by.

Nicole noticed the untreated bite wound on Jarrod's arm, the flesh still visible beneath his sleeve.

Catching her gaze, Jarrod murmured, "I chose to leave it."

He referred to the bite mark Nicole had left.

Nicole frowned, regretting her impulsive action.

She never intended to leave any mark on this man she viewed as vile.

Upon reaching the seaside, Nicole solemnly scattered Wesson’s ashes into the ocean.

At this moment, her tears had dried up.

Her mind replayed the recent turmoil.

So many things had happened.

The forced mistress role, the beatings, her cancer diagnosis, being framed and jailed, and now, the

loss of her father and her dying mother.It had only been a few months, yet it felt like an eternity had

passed.

Enduring until this moment hadn't been easy for Nicole.

Nicole wished to commend herself, "Well done, Nicole.You've given it your all."

As the funeral concluded, a gust of wind swept across the area.

Nicole's black hat, caught by the wind, flew off her head.

"My hat! My hat!"

Nicole cried out.

Without thinking of her safety, she darted after it, but Jarrod quickly grasped her around the waist.

“Have you lost your mind?"

Jarrod rebuked her.

"That area is dangerous! Didn't you see the warning sign?"

Nicole, overcome with emotion, wept.

"That hat was from my father! He gave it to me!"

Jarrod's expression hardened.

"Stay here."

He proceeded forward, stepping over the chain to retrieve the hat.

Just as he picked it up, Nicole's voice rang out from behind.

“Jarrod Schultz!"

Jarrod spun around, his heart sinking at the sight.

Nicole had crossed the chain, standing perilously on the edge of the cliff side.

Her brief journey was coming to an end at this moment.Yet, she found solace in the thought that she

wouldn't have to endure her absurd, sorrowful existence any longer.

With tears in her eyes and a voice laced with hatred, Nicole declared, "Congratulations! You win.I'm

going to kill myself!"

With those words and a resigned smile, she leaned back, falling off the cliff.

"No! Nicole!"

Jarrod’s roar was filled with hysteria as he dashed toward the cliff's edge.