If this was Mitchel's version of love, she wanted no part of it.

The maid continued, "Actually, Mr. Dixon truly cares for you. I've seen him alone in your room, clutching the pillow you used to sleep on. He constantly buys new clothes for you, and the food stocked here is always to your taste, refreshed daily even when you're away..."

Raegan felt numb to the maid's words. Terms like love and care seemed unfit to describe her bond with Mitchel.

In her eyes, Mitchel viewed her as nothing more than an object. He never imagined that one day she would defy his commands.

His ego bruised when he sensed losing control. That was why he became fixated on regaining it.

His obsession filled Raegan with dread. Her fear overshadowed any love she once felt, leaving her desperate to run away from Mitchel.

The idea of fleeing consumed Raegan's thoughts, solidifying into a firm resolve to break free from Mitchel's side.

Meanwhile, it was the night before Jarrod's wedding.

On the phone, Jamie's voice was tender with affection. "Jarrod, I feel like I am the happiest woman in this world. Let's have two children in the future!"

Jarrod's expression turned somber. Jamie's words echoed his past promises to Nicole.

Jarrod hesitated, his silence lingering until Jamie prompted him.

"Jarrod, are you there?"

Regaining composure, Jarrod replied evasively, “It's late, Jamie. Get some rest." He skillfully dodged the subject.

After a sweet goodbye, Jamie quickly made another call, her voice now stern. “Keep an eye on Jarrod tonight. Report anything unusual."

After the call, Jarrod stood before a large French window, smoking.

He was still hanging on those words, "Let's have two children..

Moments later, he extinguished the cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and headed downstairs.

The informant tracking Jarrod relayed to Jamie, "Mr. Schultz has just entered the Oasis Apartment."

Jamie was livid at this.

Bang! The sounds were thunderous as Jamie wrecked her room, shattering furniture and electronics in a fit of rage.