Too Pretty to Be Your Backup novel Chapter 91

Amanda gave him a weird look but answered anyway.

“Chad and his guys already had their knives out. They said they’d rape me before killing me. What do you think would’ve happened if I let them catch me? Jumping down gave me at least some shot at surviving.”

Honestly, her logic was simple. She was going to die either way, but she just couldn’t stand the thought of being tortured and humiliated first. Jumping off that cliff seemed like the cleaner way out.

And deep down, she actually believed she’d make it. The chase had dragged on so long, and by the time she made it to the top, it had to be way past midnight. That’s when her jinx was supposed to kick in. As she jumped, she’d just muttered to herself, hoping some freaky twist of fate would let her live.

Even if she hated to admit it, Travis was that twist of fate.

Travis listened, his eyes going darker, more intense.

“Why didn’t you try to stall a little longer? You could have trusted me,” he said.

Whatever little appetite Amanda had was gone. She shoved her tray aside, crossed her arms, and stared at him with a kind of lazy challenge.

“Travis, do you even hear yourself? Why should I trust someone who’s willing to risk my life? You put me in danger and now you expect blind trust? Seriously? I’m pretty sure I already told you—your trust score with me is zero.”

Her voice dripped with impatience.

“All the special treatment, all the attention, it’s always about Leila. Never me. So why should I gamble on you? You’re just not worth that kind of risk.”

Travis' eyes flashed with anger. He narrowed them, his voice suddenly quiet and rough. “Am I really that untrustworthy to you?”

Amanda actually chuckled, exasperated.

She met his eyes head-on. “Let me ask you something, Travis.”

That’s why Amanda was so exhausted all these years.

Any time she asked about Leila, he’d brush it off with a “She’s just like a sister.” If she pressed, like why he’d celebrate Leila’s birthday or give her Amanda’s own gifts, he’d just buy her a replacement. If she pushed again, he’d get annoyed—either lock himself in his office or disappear on business trips for days.

Through all of it, Amanda kept trying to figure out what she’d done wrong, draining herself, always trying to fix things. In the end, she was the one reaching out, asking for peace, and only then would Travis “generously” come back.

After a while, she just stopped asking. Stopped talking. She loved him so much, but all she did was fight herself, doubt herself, give in until she had nothing left.

It was just too much.

Now, though, she was done. She didn’t want his love anymore. If Travis wanted to freeze her out, fine—she actually felt lighter.

And honestly, after everything, maybe the kidnapping wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.