Jealousy had become the demon haunting his heart.
Even without hatred, he might still have been driven to murder him.
Yet, this torment became his living nightmare.
For a while now, he had been genuinely happy.
Phenix had begun to see him as Sean.
All the love meant for Sean was now his to relish.
It was only then he realized how wonderful it was to be loved by someone who was the center of his world.
He wished time could just freeze right there.
But even so, Kearney always felt that Sean was still between them.
Every time Phenix looked at her with Sean's name on her lips, it was a fresh wound for him.
Despite that, the fear that Phenix might one day awaken to the truth haunted him.
All the happiness he held felt as fragile as a soap bubble.
Kearney let out a soft chuckle.
He picked up a gun and pressed it against his chest.
A dull thud echoed.
A bullet pierced through his body.
Agnes was taken aback by the scene.
Kearney had fired at himself without hesitation.
Agnes was genuinely shocked.
Kearney, a man ruthless and deadly, had killed so many that no amount of punishment seemed enough.
Yet, his one redeeming quality was his deep love for Phenix.
Witnessing such a scene firsthand was jarring for Agnes.
She was still processing it when Kearney fired two more shots.
His white shirt, once pristine, now had a gaping hole of blood, turning crimson and horrifying to behold.
Kearney, already hit twice, couldn’t withstand the third shot.
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