Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 178

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Chapter 178

Jullonne loved making, Irvin choose between two options. Over the last two years, I’d been forced into that sick game more times than I could count.

Each time, I secretly hoped he’d choose me–even when I knew he wouldn’t. I couldn’t help wishing that, just once, he’d prove me wrong. But every time, I ended up crushed.

Now Irvin faced yet another choice. This time, I didn’t let myself hope he’d pick me.

Instead, I frantically scanned my surroundings, refusing to accept death without a fight.

Even though I’d already decided I’d rather die than be captured and tortured, deep down, I wasn’t ready to give up. Even as their footsteps drew closer, I desperately searched for a way out.

And then, against all odds, I found one.

Behind two massive trees, hidden beneath tangled weeds, was a tiny cave. It was barely noticeable—small enough that no one would think to look inside. It was a perfect spot to hide in.

With my heart pounding, I quickly stripped off my down jacket, tore it up, and snagged the shreds onto branches hanging near the cliff’s edge. It looked convincing enough to fake my death by suicide. Next, I ran circles around the area, leaving footprints everywhere, impossible to track.

Finally, I squeezed myself into that cramped little cave, carefully rearranging weeds over the entrance. Once inside, I curled up tight, holding my breath, terrified even to breathe too loudly.

God, it was tight in there. I’d never have fit if I’d weighed even a few pounds more. In a twisted way, the previous accident had been a blessing in disguise.

I’d lost weight after falling from the cliff–the weight I’d spent years trying unsuccessfully to shed. I might’ve been too big to squeeze into this tiny hole if not for that.

Moments after I settled inside, Travis and his men arrived, gasping and exhausted from the climb. Travis clearly wasn’t built for mountain hikes–he could barely catch his breath, much less focus on finding me.

After a quick look around, one of his guys noticed my shredded jacket hanging off the branches.

“Shit! Don’t tell me she jumped!” he shouted.

Travis, leaning against a tree and still breathing heavily, turned his head. He frowned when he recognized pieces of my jacket, then marched over to the cliff edge to get a better look.

His men wandered around, inspecting my scattered footprints, then joined Travis at the cliff’s edge.

“This cliff’s not that high. The chances of surviving are pretty good with water at the bottom–she must have jumped!” one guy said.