His voice grunted so callous and unfeeling, the gun barrel pointed painfully at him like a punctuation on a sentence.
“It’s a new day, Mark, and if it has to be your last day, so be it. I’m not about to let you ruin my happiness again!” Charlize says.”
He said, speaking. “You want to shoot me? I promise you! You are going to die tonight! I won’t forgive you for this, Charlize!”
Charlize swallowed tightly, trying to keep the gun steady in her hand, staring into a pair of eyes cold as glaciers. Then, finally, she lowered her gaze, holding the gun pointed at him. She was intelligent and didn’t want to go to jail for killing someone. Never in her life has she even held a gun in her hand until now. Charlize wanted to put fear into his heart, so her only chance was to talk her way out of t
