Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 204

As I was still lost in thought over what Clara meant by dropping that line, Hannah briskly walked

towards me with her phone in hand. She cast a hesitant glance in my direction before uttering a

sentence that sent shockwaves through me. "Ms. Wilburn, Marissa's in trouble!"

Shaken from my deep stupor, I looked at Hannah, asking incredulously, "Who?"

Hannah's eyes darkened slightly as she reiterated, "Marissa!" She then handed me her phone,

delivering the shocking news, "Someone just posted a video online. Marissa jumped off a building!"

"What?" I snatched the phone from Hannah's hands, looking at the screen. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

It was undoubtedly Marissa's upscale neighborhood. Flashing police sirens and an ambulance were

visible, and medical personnel were bustling about.

The video was shaky, likely taken by a resident from a nearby high-rise building, and the background

was filled with the chatter of onlookers.

As the camera panned around, I saw groups of people crowding balconies, the windows of the entire

row of buildings wide open. It seemed it hadn't been going on for long, and was the topic of heated

discussion.

I scrolled down a bit, the posts below were all about this event as well, with so many people buzzing

about.

"Good Lord, isn't that the woman who lost her child?"

"God Almighty, she really jumped. I saw it with my own eyes!" a voice echoed with an eerie excitement.

"That's just tragic! Her child is still missing and she jumped?" someone questioned.

"She was probably forced to it. Losing her child was already devastating enough, but then she was

taken away by the police when she went to reclaim her child. Who could bear that?"

"I heard it's gruesome. Her body shattered on impact. How are we supposed to leave our homes now?

I'm too scared to even take a nightly stroll." someone complained.

"People should show some mercy. Being a mistress is not a death sentence. This is practically driving

someone to their death." A loud woman was arguing her point, rallying the crowd. Her words were met

with agreement. "Exactly, that wife was too domineering. Regardless if she's the one who took the

child, she called the police when Marissa went to plead for her child back. That's just too much."

"I heard the wife has been ill for years, basically a vegetable. It's understandable for a man to get the

other woman to meet his needs, isn't it?"

"Indeed!" the crowd echoed.

"This mistress was pitiful. Look at the situation now. Her man’s parents have washed their hands off

her. Who could swallow such a bitter pill? No wonder she jumped. Let's see how they explain this."

Upon hearing these words, I couldn't help but tremble. The very people who had initially condemned

Marissa were now bashing me. I started to question where justice truly lay.

"If it were me, I'd haunt that woman as a vengeful spirit. Just because she's the wife, she thinks she's

all that..."

I handed the phone back to Hannah, a myriad of emotions welling up inside me. I hadn't anticipated the

ripple effect of Marissa's suicide. The spectators were now directing their fury towards me, pinning me

as the culprit behind Marissa's fatal plunge.

Faced with their relentless assault, I felt an inexplicable sense of helplessness, even doubting the

meaning of my life.

"Why would she jump?" I mumbled, "Do you believe a strong-willed person like her would commit

suicide?"

Suddenly, a bitter taste flooded my throat, a searing heat rushed up from my chest, and my vision

started to blur.

Hannah instantly noticed my distress and rushed over to support me, "Ms. Wilburn, are you alright?"

I nodded, sinking onto the couch. My mind was all about Marissa, sitting on her knees in front of the

gate in the afternoon, howling. Her provocative gaze as she was taken away by the police was etched

into my memory.

She still had the energy to challenge me, so how could she have jumped?

What could have possibly happened in the 5-6 hours since she left here?

"Hannah!" I called out, instructing her, "Call Logan. Find out what happened after Marissa left."