Remarriage Failed Again Today

It all happened so fast, the man didn’t even have time to react before he saw Annabelle Linton pointing a knife at him, her expression grim. "I’ll say this one last time. Give me the key!"

The man pulled out a gun, aimed at Annabelle Linton, and fired. Annabelle deftly dodged the bullet and, in one smooth motion, kicked the gun from his hand.

Then, she sliced his throat with the knife. "Do you have a death wish? I’m giving you one last chance. Give me the key, or I’ll kill you!"

"M-Ma’am... spare me! Where would I get a key? I don’t have a ke— AHH!"

Annabelle Linton got to her feet and knocked him out with a single kick.

She ran to the cell door, grabbing the iron bars and looking through them at Aaron Wyatt. "Aaron Wyatt!"

Seeing she was safe, Aaron Wyatt looked at her with relief. "Annabelle, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine." Annabelle Linton gave him a reassuring smile, but then she suddenly smelled something.

The color drained from her face. She rushed to the barred window and saw angry flames leaping up from outside!

A determined glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes as she stared at the iron door. She ran, picked up the gun, and handed it to Aaron Wyatt. "It’s on fire outside! We need to find a way out, now!"

"Right!"

Aaron Wyatt chambered a round and shot the lock. With a loud CLANG, the iron door swung open.

The two of them then used the gun to blast open the main gate. But outside, they were met with a raging sea of fire. The flames stretched endlessly, and the thick smoke was so blinding it was impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

"Annabelle, give me your hand! I’ll get you out!" Aaron Wyatt yelled, reaching for her.

Annabelle was just about to take his hand when the man she had knocked unconscious suddenly came to. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, snapping one cuff around a nearby iron bar and the other around Annabelle’s wrist.

Annabelle gasped as the cold metal closed around her wrist.

The man cackled. "Hahaha! You’re not going anywhere! You dare try to trick me? If I’m going down, I’m taking you all with me!"

Aaron Wyatt’s eyes went cold. BANG! He shot the man dead.

He rushed to Annabelle’s side, his eyes fixed on the metal handcuff. "Annabelle!" he cried out.

Annabelle yanked at the cuff uselessly, then glanced at the growing inferno outside. "Forget about me! Just go!"

"I’m not leaving you!" Aaron Wyatt raised the pistol, aiming it at the handcuff. "Annabelle, don’t be afraid! Close your eyes!"

Annabelle nodded, squeezing her eyes shut.

Aaron Wyatt pulled the trigger, but there was only an empty CLICK. He was out of bullets.

"Damn it!" He slammed the useless gun to the ground and frantically scanned the room for anything he could use.

The gunshot she was bracing for never came. Annabelle opened her eyes, saw Aaron throw the gun down, and instantly understood. "Just go! Don’t worry about me!"

Aaron rushed back to Annabelle and pulled her into a fierce hug. "Annabelle," he said, his voice resolute, "wait for me. I’m going to find a way to get you out!"

All hope had drained from Annabelle, but she still nodded. "Okay."

’As long as he can get out, that’s all that matters.’

"Annabelle Linton, you have to wait for me! I promise I’ll find a way to save you!"

Aaron repeated his promise with desperate urgency. Then he let her go and ran out into the blaze.

COUGH, COUGH... Annabelle choked on the thick smoke, her body slumping down against the wall.

Through her blurry, smoke-filled vision, she watched Aaron disappear. A tearful smile touched her lips.

’She still wasn’t getting out, just like last time. But being left behind this time felt completely different.’

’At least his promise to wait... it meant she wasn’t truly being abandoned.’

’And wasn’t that enough?’

Annabelle slowly closed her eyes, a sense of despair washing over her as the corners of her mouth lifted into a faint smile.

’Aaron Wyatt... I’ll see you in the next life.’

...

SCREECH—

Leona Grant’s car stopped in front of the factory, and he immediately rushed out.