No More Love For You

Synopsis

This was my fifth time staging a fake death with Curtis Bernard. The first two times, he had held me trembling, his eyes red as he stared at the fake blood all over me. He said, "I will never let you do something so dangerous again." But by the third time, Curtis had stepped over my "body" without hesitation to comfort the frightened Jane Hughes. Today, Jane and I were kidnapped by his rivals at the same time. A real gun was pressed to my head. Curtis only sneered, snatched the gun from the kidnapper, and pulled the trigger without a second thought, shooting a hole through my chest. He said, "Don't test me with this act. I hate being threatened most of all. You're not even worth a single strand of Jane's hair, not even if you drop dead." Curtis left with Jane in his arms, never looking back, assuming I would brush myself off and stand up just like I had the previous times. But he had no idea that Jane, the woman he loved, had already removed the steel plates from my bulletproof vest.