Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1266

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.

If Phenix truly believed Kearney was Sean, this eerie calmness might mean she was ready to follow him into death.

And there lay Kearney, in a pool of his own blood.

Agnes felt a deep sadness.

The man before her had once taken care of her, someone she’d called "brother" for five years.

She had considered him family, a crucial part of her life.

Now, she had to watch him die in such a horrific way.

Tears streamed down Agnes's face.

She wasn’t sure if it was due to old affections or because Kearney’s current state was truly pitiful.

Kearney lay in his blood, blood trickling from his mouth.

Samuel, watching this, remained unmoved.

They all lived on the edge, accustomed to such brutal realities.

To them, this was just another day.