Love Bombed: Endless Bursts, One Cruel Truth

"Do you even hear yourself, Zoey?" Henry Glover snapped over the phone. "You're being utterly pathetic here! My parents are vacationing in Mortham right now! You should try coming up with a lie that's actually halfway believable next time!"

His voice sounded cold and cutting.

Yvonne Shaw giggled before asking, "Do you not see what she's doing, Henry? Zoey is trying to use your parents to control you again. It's the same trick she used to trap you into marrying her."

Yvonne's words immediately struck a nerve with Henry. His expression darkened as he gestured to the bodyguards to aim the fireworks at the cable car.

"You have ten minutes to think it over, Zoey. I'll consider letting you off if you agree to sign the divorce agreement, leave with zero assets, and tell my parents that the whole divorce was your idea; otherwise…"

There was no mistaking the threat in his statement, as the cable car shuddered and swung from the impact on the glass soon after. The metal hinges creaked ominously.

I didn't even have a chance to speak before my father-in-law, Roger Glover, snatched the phone in a fit of rage. "You insolent brat! Is this how you've been treating Zoey when we're not around?"

Dad's voice was a bit raspy and shrill due to his fear of heights.

Henry froze in shock before exploding in rage. "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? I've never acknowledged marrying Zoey! You've got a lot of nerve trying to act like you're related to me! You're asking for it!"

In the very next moment, a more violent barrage hit the cable car, shattering the glass.

I was hanging halfway out of the window as I gripped the doorframe tightly. I broke into a cold sweat from the searing pain as the glass fragments dug into my hands.

Mary Fuller, my mother-in-law, widened her eyes in surprise while shrieking, "Your hand, Zoey!"

I was well aware that nothing mattered more to a doctor than their hands, but I still smiled wryly and said, "It's alright, Mom."

Mom hurriedly took out her phone, saying, "I'll call Mr. Coleman now to tell him to come here to rescue us, Zoey."

She cried out frantically when she found out that Henry was the one who picked up the call. "You're going to kill us, you good-for-nothing son! You'd better stop this cable car this instant!"

Henry clicked his tongue in irritation, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Did Zoey complain to you again, Mom? Stop listening to her nonsense. Everything is fine between us."

He hung up abruptly after saying that, and a second later, my phone rang. He exploded in fury, yelling, "Do you really think my parents are your get-out-of-jail-free card, Zoey? I've already fired Mr. Coleman, so no one will be able to save you now! You either sign the divorce agreement or die miserably!"

Mom, overcome with rage, suddenly collapsed, struggling to breathe.

I immediately knew that she was suffering from a heart attack. I fumbled through my handbag and finally located her medication. But just as I was about to give it to her, a helicopter swept in and hovered barely a hundred yards away.

Henry had his arm around Yvonne while holding a shotgun, which he then loaded and chambered.

In that instant, a shot rang out, and the bullet grazed my cheek and pulverized the medicine, leaving my hand completely numb from the impact.

Henry racked the slide again and aimed directly at me. "Your ten minutes are up, Zoey. Are you signing the divorce agreement, or do we have to do this the hard way?"

Mom gripped my hand tightly and silently shook her head.