Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 118

Chapter 7

My heart lurched. I rushed to my car, planning to drive straight to the police station.

But the second I got in, I saw Jackson running toward me.

He was covered in blood. His once handsome face was now marred by three or four horrifying scars, making him look absolutely terrifying.

When he saw me, he smiled.

“Scarlett-I killed Penelope. Now we can be together.”

He was holding a knife. Step by step, he walked toward me.

I stumbled backward, trying desperately to stay calm and talk him down.

“Jackson, what are you doing here? Go home. Your parents are waiting for you.”

“I’m not going home!”

Jackson cut me off with a shout.

“They wish I’d never come back! That way they wouldn’t have to look at me and get pissed off! You know what they say now? That I destroyed the Winters family! That I’m cursed!”

Jackson kept muttering to himself, completely unhinged-nothing like a sane person.

“If you just come back with me right now, I can go home. My parents won’t be mad anymore. Come on-let’s go back together.”

Jackson smiled and reached out his hand, trying to coax me.

But his smile? It looked like something straight out of hell.

“I already killed Penelope for you, didn’t I? I got revenge for you. So why aren’t you happy? Why?!”

His voice spiraled into madness. The knife scraped against the ground with a sharp, grating sound.

“Jackson, calm down. Killing someone-you’ll pay with your life.”

“Then I’ll pay! I’m not gonna live much longer anyway!”

Jackson screamed, then suddenly grabbed my face.

“But I won’t kill you. I love you too much. Marry me, Scarlett. Save me. And then marry me.”

Staring at his crazed expression, I couldn’t bring myself to nod.

Jackson’s face twisted with rage. He raised the knife, ready to plunge it into me.

“If you won’t marry me, then you can die! We’ll be husband and wife in hell!”

I watched the blade get closer and closer. I struggled with everything I had, but Jackson held me down-I couldn’t move.

Just as the knife was about to strike, the police arrived and tackled him to the ground.

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Chapter 7

An officer helped me up, and I went with them to give my statement.

The second I saw Jackson, I’d secretly called 911.

After all, he was a mentally unstable murderer. Who knew when he might snap again?

Premeditated murder and attempted murder-Jackson was sentenced to life in prison.

Normally, he’d be locked up. But because of his severe leukemia, he was granted medical parole and sent to a hospital for treatment.

The rest of the Winters family? They didn’t get off so easy.

Without our family’s support, the Winters Group collapsed.

Mrs. Winters couldn’t handle going from millionaire to broke-she hanged herself.

And Mr. Winters? After watching his wife and son fall apart, he completely gave up. He ended up as nothing more than a washed-up drunk.

Honestly? I felt nothing.

After pulling our investment, I found out the Winters family had been skimming off the top for years-pocketing huge chunks of our funding and even using our name to scam people.

Thank God we caught on when we did and cut them off.

If I’d actually married Jackson and gotten in deeper with them, it could’ve dragged my whole family down with them.

Jackson never found a matching bone marrow donor.

Even with the best medical care, they couldn’t stop the disease from spreading.

Ath later, the police contacted me. They said Jackson was dying-and his last wish was to see me one more time.

ived, Jackson was lying in a hospital bed, his face pale, his eyes sunken. It was hard to see any trace of the handsome man he used to

en he saw me, his spirits lifted a little. He smiled.

“You came.”

I sat down next to him, watching his face flush slightly at my presence.

“Just focus on getting better.”

That was all I could say-even though we both knew he was dying.

Jackson forced a weak smile.

“Scarlett… do you still not forgive me? I tried asking you to donate bone marrow again. You never answered.”

“My health isn’t great. I’m not going to keep putting myself through hell for a stranger.”

I pulled an apple out of the fruit basket I’d brought, peeled it, and started eating.

“Stranger…”

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