“Marco, I can’t forgive you,” I said quietly, “so I’m leaving the final decision to God. “A Russian roulette revolver has six chambers but three bullets. We take turns pointing it at each other’s heads and pulling the trigger. If, in the end, neither of us dies, that means God has forgiven you on my behalf. Then, I’ll follow His will and forgive you one last time. “But if either one of us dies, then the game ends, and we’re both finally free.”Marco immediately grabbed my hand. “Aurora, if you die, I’ll pull the trigger and die with you.”Instead of feeling touched, I said to him calmly, “If you die, I won’t do the same. I’ll forget you and go on with living my life.”Marco’s expression twisted in pain, but he didn’t argue. He gestured for his men to bring the revolver.“Aurora, I love you,” he said. “I won’t let you risk getting your head blown off just to gamble with me.”Holding the gun, Marco continued, “So, we won’t take turns. I’ll fire all three shots myself. If I’m sti
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