Zora was on the verge of a meltdown. "Jaylan! You... you made promises to me! Are you afraid to tell her that? Well, then, I will..."
Without waiting for Zora to finish, Jaylan spun around, his hand clasping around her neck like a vise. His hawk-like gaze met hers head-on.
I smirked, "See, Zora? Now you can see who stands shoulder to shoulder and who's face to face."
Even with her air supply cut off, Zora still managed to squeeze out a jab at me. "Aaliyah, I never knew you were so patient. You're not the only girl he's cheated on, and you know it. He and Marissa are shacking up together..."
"Zora, if you value your life, you'll shut up!" Jaylan's grip tightened around her neck, and Zora's face turned red. Her hands were clawing at his, trying to pry his fingers off.
Her breathing became labored, her eyes bulged, and a tear streaked down her face, slipping off Jaylan's hand.
"Jaylan... you'll regret this... This woman... she's no good. I'm... I'm the only one who truly loves you."
Her words were the punch line to the most hilarious joke I'd ever heard. I watched the scene unfold before me, calmly waiting to see how this life-or-death drama would play out.
Zora's struggles were weakening, her eyes filled with terror and sorrow. But Jaylan showed no signs of letting go.
"Jaylan, if you end up killing her, it's going to be way more explosive than a simple police call," I commented, my eyes never leaving Zora's liver-colored face. "To end up like this as a mistress, you’re so pitiful."
At my words, Jaylan suddenly released his grip. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Zora collapsed onto the floor.
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