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Her eyes remained fixed on the television screen. The reporter kept speaking, standing in front of the shootout scene but Mary Jacobs heard no words. Her world was crashing fast. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, blurring her vision. Her life began to flash before her eyes.

Jack was gone forever.

Theirs was a love story which had withstood trials and hardships. Now it was all over.

She ran a small shop down the street, while Jack used to run a barbing saloon before enrolling in a security training institute. After completing the program he got a job as a body guard to one of the richest families in the city – The Burrows.

Mrs. Burrow was a fashion icon recognized across the globe. She lived a charmed life, jetting from one fashion show to another promoting her new collections. In all her travels she took Jack along. He was her favourite body guard.

She’d endured lonely nights without him. It was his job and they needed the money. She was ready to go pay such sacrifice. Even when the tabloids ran an exclusive page six story about Mrs. Burrow’s affair with her ‘favourite’ body guard, she stood her ground believing each word Jack told her. He reassured her of his faithfulness. She didn’t let her neighbours side talks bring her down. Bu his situation she was in now was way too much for her to handle.

There had been a shootout at Mr. Burrow’s club that night. It was an open secret that he was a drug lord in addition to his vast estate which fetched him billions of dollars yearly. Jack was gunned down while trying to protect Mrs. Burrow. Yes, he was doing his job but it was hard for her to accept he jumped in front of a bullet for that woman. Did she even think he had a family?

These wealthy folks had so much money to hire enough body guards; do they even care to know if they had wives and families? What were they to them, human shields? At the moment jack would be a hero to the Burrows but tomorrow another guard would be hired. He would be totally forgotten.

She hated the Burrows. They should have died at the hands of their rival drug gang. Not her innocent Jack.

She was bitter at jack. He should have thought of his family, of her, of them….her hands moved over her protruding stomach as her unborn child began to kick…..

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