Chapter 578 If You Don’t Love Me (1/2)

Emily's eyes snapped open to a horror she could never imagine. Small ragged gasps escaped her mouth as Jacob squeezed his hands tighter around her throat. She clawed at his hands to pry his fingers away, but she was slowly losing strength. Black filled the edges of her vision as she looked at Jacob with desperation and the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat.

Jacob, on the other hand, looked completely unmoved by her agony. With an unfeeling glint in his eyes, Jacob looked as though he had been possessed by the Devil himself, as he tightened his fingers around her esophagus.

All he knew was that he needed to kill this woman.

He needed to kill her so that no one could ever use her against him. As far as Jacob was concerned, Emily was his weakness, making him vulnerable to pain and suffering. The sooner he got rid of her the sooner he would find peace and serenity in his heart.

Emily was slowly slipping out of consciousness. Death wasn't as beautiful or peaceful as she had once imagined, and she really believed she was going to die there any second. Tears emerged from the corner of her eyes and dropped on Jacob's hands.

All of a sudden, Jacob let go of Emily as if her tears had burned his hands. He stepped back and looked at his own two hands in disbelief, his shoulder trembling as his heart pounded in his chest.

'What have I just done?

Why was I trying to kill Emily? How is that even possible? What happened to me?'

I almost killed her. Emily...by my own hands...

Why would I do this?

I may not care about her, but that doesn't mean I want her to die either!'

Emily was finally free from Jacob's control, but she seemed to have lost the ability to breathe properly. She lay on the bed in agony, while her face turned gray and her lips as white as paper.

Every time she tried to speak or breathe there was a wheeze, like air escaping from a deflating balloon. The exertion brought on more breathlessness, as she felt like a fish out of water, squirming and writhing to survive.

Jacob finally came to his full senses when he saw Emily struggling on the bed. He rushed to her and pulled her into his arms. He tried to resuscitate her by performing CPR or anything else he thought would work.

Again and again, he tried, as beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.

Suddenly, Emily coughed. Following the first weak cough were several stronger coughs as her chest heaved for air. She slumped to her side until she felt as though her body had come back to normal.

Jacob was relieved to see Emily come back to life, but he was still worried about her condition, so he grabbed an oxy

e…what's that suppose to mean?”