They were bound by a complex, unhealthy dynamic — a mix of love and hate, too entangled to be simply categorized. Neither love nor hatred alone could define or resolve the intricate web of emotions they shared.

In the midst of their tangled emotions, Jarrod's resolve was clear.

He couldn't let Nicole go.

He pondered over Jamie's deceitful narratives. If Jamie's accounts were all lies, could Nicole's supposed impending death due to stomach cancer be a reality?

This thought sent waves of panic through Jarrod.

Gripping Nicole's face, his eyes a tempest of emotion, Jarrod declared, "Nicole, we're even now, but I'm not letting you go just yet. Understand my words."

It wasn't a request. It was something he had decided.

Aware of the revulsion his words might evoke in Nicole, Jarrod chose to be candid.

After all, she loathed him already, didn't she?

"One day, I'll give you that opportunity," he said, alluding to a chance for her to end his life.

Nicole, despair evident in her voice, asked, “Jarrod, do you mean only death could make me escape from you?"

“No, I won't let you die!" Jarrod responded sharply, his eyes flickering. "If you even think of dying, I'll come after everyone who ever helped you!"

It seemed Nicole barely registered his words. Her fear wasn't death, but living a life steeped in hatred.

Jarrod cautioned, "Remember what I said."

Yet Nicole remained silent, lost in her thoughts.

As dawn broke, signaling a new day, the time came to cremate Wesson's remains.

Mitchel and Raegan joined in paying their last respects.

After the cremation, Nicole, her voice barely above a whisper, revealed, “Jarrod, my father's final wish was for his ashes to be scattered at sea."

Jarrod, upon hearing this, frowned and met her gaze. Despite any reservations, he found himself unable to voice an objection.

Before stepping into the car, Nicole turned to Raegan. “Being your friend has been the best part of my life."