He Left Me in a War Zone

Synopsis

During my layover in Sandport’s war zone, I had five chances to leave. Every single time, something went wrong right before boarding. I never questioned it. I figured I was simply cursed with terrible luck. All I wanted was to get home and see Andrew Bennett. On the fifth time, with explosions still echoing outside, I called him to let him know I was alive. Instead, I overheard him talking to his best friend, Lucas Turner. Lucas said, “Come on, Andrew. This is the fifth time you've sabotaged Rachel’s flight home. You really bear to leave her in a freaking war zone? What if she actually gets killed?” My breathing stopped. Andrew answered in the coldest voice I'd ever heard, “She deserved it. She made my sister-in-law upset, so I decided to teach her a lesson.” Lucas sighed. “I kinda feel bad for Rachel. The airport got bombed last night. I talked to her assistant. The heiress was covered in dust, hiding in a corner, even writing her last will.” I froze. I could barely believe what I was hearing. So it wasn't bad luck. Julian had orchestrated every failed flight. Just to punish me. Because at a family dinner, I'd gotten jealous of how close he was with his precious sister-in-law, and people had started gossiping about her. Outside the shattered windows, flames lit up the night sky. I looked down at myself, curled into a ball on the cold floor. Fine. If he really doesn't want me to come home, then this time, I'd give him exactly what he wanted. ***** I didn't want to hear another word. Or ruin whatever little moment the two of them were having. I turned to quietly slip away but my foot caught on something. Click. The faint sound shattered the silence. Inside the glass conservatory, Andrew whipped his head around.