All Chapters of Scars of Love,Flames of Betrayal: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62Josh’s POVI stood in the parking lot long after her taillights disappeared, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to process what had just happened.She’d heard everything. Every damning word. Every terrible truth.My phone buzzed in my pocket, and hope surged through me. Maybe she’d pulled over. Maybe she was ready to listen.I grabbed my phone, but it wasn’t a call. It was a text message from Zara.My hands shook as I opened it.*Josh,**I don’t even know what to call you anymore. The man I loved? That person never existed, did he? He was just a character you played. A role you performed for money.**I heard everything. Every word. You and Robert planned this from the beginning. You approached me at that bar on purpose. You made me fall in love with you as part of some sick revenge scheme. Everything we had, everything I thought was real, was just you following instructions.**Was any of it true? Did you ever actually love me? Or was I just a job? A way to earn owner

Chapter 64Zara’s POVI don’t remember how I got to Green’s apartment. One moment I was driving away from Josh’s office, tears blinding me, and the next I was pounding on her door, barely able to stand.Green opened the door, her face shifting from surprise to alarm.“Zara? Oh my god, what happened?”I collapsed into her arms, sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. She held me up, half-dragging me inside and onto the couch.“Zara, talk to me. What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you hurt?”I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t form words. Every time I tried to speak, the image of Josh and Robert arguing flashed through my mind, and fresh waves of pain crashed over me.“Zara, please. You’re scaring me. What happened?”I shook my head, curling into myself, my hands protectively over my belly. Our son was kicking, probably sensing my distress, and that made me cry harder.Green sat beside me, her arm around my shoulders, murmuring soft reassurances while I fell apart. She didn’t push, didn’t demand answ

Chapter 66Josh’s POV Three days. Three days without a word from Zara. I’d expected her to be angry. Expected the silent treatment, the blocked number, the cold shoulder. That was normal after a fight. We’d been through disagreements before, and she always needed space to cool down. But this felt different. This felt wrong. My apartment had become a prison. Every room reminded me of her. Her coffee mug still sat on the kitchen counter. Her pregnancy pillow still took up half the bed. Her favorite blanket still smelled like vanilla. I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Could barely function. Emma had stopped by twice, bringing food I couldn’t touch and advice I couldn’t follow. “Give her time,” she kept saying. But how much time? How long before “time” became “too late”? By the third day, the worry had transformed into full-blown panic. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones, that instinct that screamed danger even when logic said everything was fine. Even when we fought b

Chapter 68Josh’s POV“There’s an old warehouse on the east side. Maple Street, building 47. You know the one I’m talking about, Josh. The abandoned textile factory near the docks.”My mind raced. I knew exactly which building he meant. It had been shut down for years, completely isolated, surrounded by other abandoned structures. No one went there anymore. It was perfect for what Robert had in mind.“I know it.”“Good. You have one hour to get here. Both of you. And Josh? Come alone. Just you and Green. No police, no backup, no clever plans. I’ll know if you try anything. And if I even suspect you’ve contacted the authorities, Zara pays the price. Understood?”“Understood.”“One hour. Don’t be late.”The line went dead.Green and I stared at each other, both of us pale and shaking.“We have to call the police,” Green said immediately. “We can’t just walk into whatever trap he’s set.”“If we call the police, he’ll kill her. You heard him.”“If we don’t call the police, he might kill u

Chapter 70Zara’s POVThe gunshot shattered the air like breaking glass.For a moment, everything froze. My heart stopped. My breath caught. Time itself seemed to pause.Then Robert stumbled forward, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. The knife slipped from his fingers, clattering against the concrete floor. He looked down at his chest where crimson was rapidly blooming across his shirt, then turned his head slightly to look behind him.Katy stood there, gun still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. Her face was pale, her hands trembling, but her aim had been true.Robert’s mouth opened as if to speak, but only blood came out. He swayed once, twice, then collapsed face-first onto the floor with a sickening thud.The sound of his body hitting concrete echoed through the warehouse, final and absolute.He didn’t move again.“Oh my God,” Green breathed, her voice barely audible.Katy lowered the gun slowly, staring at what she’d done. “He’s dead. I shot him through the heart.”I c