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Fatal Affection, Bitter End

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 806    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

oar. Three sleek, black helicopters descended, landing in a nearby

setting up a quick checkpoint. "Registered s

awe and relief, gave my hand

, Susan grabbed Mark' s hand a

we' re next!"

r blocked their path, holdi

n. He' s with

' t have a Mark Johnson on the studen

r the exam! It' s an eme

. "As a private applicant, he can board the last helicop

is it?" Susan

st-minute emergency charter in these weather cond

o hundred... what? That' s

had requested be dispatched for "crowd control," pulled up, its lights flashing. An off

an, the card! Give me the debit card! All my savings a

nant to flustered. She hesita

, I..." she stamm

rk' s voice was

ster, and he sold me this lucky jade pendant! It guarantees your success!" She pulled a gaudy green pendan

en at her, his expression turn

a jeweler I' d spoken to earlier, walked by under an

ight market," he said casually. "Made of dyed quar

d seemed

e lunged at Susan, grabbing her by the collar of her soake

moved in quickly,

rned to me, her eyes wild with desperation. "David! Please! Loan me the money! F

my face a mask of

you two hundred thous

out a folder. Inside was a loan agree

her. "The terms are all there. Twenty percent interest, compounded da

eign language. The police officer was tapping his foot i

to decide n

agreement. I transferred the money. Mark, seething but desperate, paid

pter lift into the grey s

nt crackled over the p

have receded faster than expected. We' re reopening the r

rumpled. She had just signed away her future for a twen

touched my lips. This

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“The rain hammered against the school bus windows, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. My estranged wife, Susan, was screaming, trying to drag our brilliant daughter, Emily, off the bus and into the deluge, all for Mark Johnson, a man in his forties who had failed the college entrance exam for twenty years straight. This was his "lucky year," Susan shrieked. A cold dread washed over me; this had happened before. In a life I no longer lived, my hesitation had allowed Susan to pull Emily off the bus, costing Emily her future. Mark, predictably, failed again and then jumped from a bridge. A year later, Susan had poisoned me at Emily' s graduation party, cursing, "You ruined him! You stole his destiny!" I saw the memory, not as a dream, but as a prophecy. There would be no hesitation this time. I grabbed Susan' s arm, my grip like iron, pulling her away from Emily. "You are not ruining our daughter' s life," I bit out. Enraged, Susan slapped Emily across the face, silencing the bus. Just as parental anger was about to explode, the bus driver' s radio crackled: "Route 7 bridge compromised... route to exam center blocked. Indefinitely." Panic erupted, but Susan, oblivious, declared to Mark, "It' s destiny! The universe is making way for you!" The bus became a pressure cooker. Insults turned to shoves. Mark and Susan were caught in a pathetic brawl in the pouring rain. After checking on Emily, I calmly called the Mayor' s office. "This is Professor David Miller," I stated, "Your office has confirmed emergency transport. Helicopters. To airlift the students from your location to the exam center." Hope surged through the bus. "Of course, that' s just for the students on the school' s official roster," I added, low enough for just a few to hear. "Any private applicant, like him, would have to arrange payment for a private charter. Astronomically expensive." The helicopters arrived. Susan, attempting to push Mark to the front, was informed of the $200,000 emergency fee for private applicants. Her jaw dropped. Mark, realizing his entire savings were about that much, asked for his card. Susan stammered, "I used it... I bought you this lucky jade pendant! It cost $300,000!" Just then, a jeweler observed, "That looks like a fake... worth maybe $200." "You idiot!" Mark screamed, grabbing Susan. "You spent my life savings on a piece of glass?" A police officer moved in. Susan, hysterical, begged me for a loan. I offered a loan agreement: $200,000 at 20% daily compounded interest, her house as collateral, due in 30 days. With the last helicopter preparing to lift off, she signed. Mark scrambled on board. Minutes later, a new announcement: "Floodwaters at Route 7 bridge have receded faster than expected. Road reopened. Ground transport can now proceed." Susan, standing alone in the rain, crumpled. She had signed away her future for a now-unnecessary twenty-minute helicopter ride. This was only the beginning.”
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