If I don't love you anymore, will you let me go?" I asked.

Jack's eyes turned cold when he said, "No."

"Then why ask? And wasn't it you who used my dad on me to come back?" I retorted.

Meeting my steady gaze, Jack smiled wryly and glanced aside, saying nothing more. He had certainly forced me to return. Since the day he cheated, he should have expected this. He was just too confident, thinking that my love for him would forgive him. We fell silent.

Soon, the driver brought the car around.

"Let's get in," said Jack.

I checked my phone, canceled my ride order, and entered the car....