The Final Goodbye

The morning sun barely broke through the horizon as Samuel stood outside Abigail's towering office building. A crowd had already gathered—police officers, reporters with their flashing cameras, and curious onlookers who whispered amongst themselves.

Samuel, dressed in his usual rugged leather jacket and boots, looked calm, though his piercing gaze betrayed the storm brewing within.

Inside her office, Abigail worked on her computer, her fingers flying over the keys as she reviewed reports. A notification popped up on her screen—a breaking news alert. She clicked it out of curiosity and froze as the live feed showed Samuel standing outside her building.

Her heart raced as she watched him speak into the cluster of microphones.

Samuel (calm but resolute): "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Samuel Jade. You might know me as the estranged husband of CEO Abigail Belot."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Abigail's breath caught in her throat as she leaned closer to the screen, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Samuel (with a bitter smile): "Today, I stand here to confess my sins. Yes, I cheated on Abigail. I betrayed her trust. Here's the proof."

He pulled out a folder and handed it to a nearby reporter, who quickly flipped through the contents. Photographs, receipts, and messages—all meticulously organized—left no doubt about the validity of his claims. The reporters exploded with questions, their voices overlapping in a chaotic cacophony.

Back in her office, Abigail felt the air leave her lungs. Her hands trembled as she stared at the screen, her mind racing. "What is he doing?" she whispered to herself.

Outside, Samuel raised his hand to silence the crowd.

Samuel (coldly): "But that's not all. I am also here to confess something far more serious. I am responsible for the massacre of thousands of Nightcreatures."

A shocked silence fell over the crowd. The reporters froze, their pens hovering over their notepads. The police officers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to react.

Samuel (to the police): "You heard me. I killed them. Every single one of them. And I'm here to surrender myself."

The crowd erupted into chaos, the media scrambling to capture every word. The police officers hesitated, their hands hovering over their holsters.

Abigail shot up from her desk, her chair screeching loudly against the floor. She couldn't take it anymore.

Grabbing her coat, she bolted out of her office, ignoring her assistant's startled calls. Her heels clicked loudly against the polished floors as she raced toward the elevator.

Meanwhile, Samuel turned to the lead officer, his expression grim.

Samuel (sternly): "Do your job. Arrest me. And let me make one thing clear—I don't want to see the light of day again. I deserve to rot in prison for what I've done."

The officer hesitated, looking to his superior for confirmation. The superior nodded reluctantly, and two officers stepped forward with handcuffs. As they approached, Samuel raised his hands, surrendering himself willingly.

Just then, Abigail burst through the building's entrance, her voice echoing above the commotion.

Abigail (yelling): "Stop!"

All eyes turned to her. Samuel glanced over his shoulder, his face unreadable.

Abigail (breathless, furious): "What the hell do you think you're doing, Samuel?"

Samuel smirked, his tone laced with mockery.

Samuel: "What does it look like, Abigail? I'm confessing. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to finally take responsibility for everything I've done?"

She marched up to him, her face inches from his.

Abigail (angrily): "You think this is responsibility? Throwing yourself to the wolves and making a spectacle out of this? What are you trying to prove?"

Samuel's smirk faded, replaced by a cold, hardened expression.

Samuel (quietly): "I'm trying to free you. Isn't that what you want? Freedom from the man who's caused you nothing but pain."

Abigail's eyes softened, but her voice remained firm.

Abigail: "If you think this is some kind of noble sacrifice, you're wrong. You're just running away, Samuel. Running from me, from us, from everything."

Samuel chuckled bitterly, shaking his head.

Samuel: "You don't get it, do you? This isn't about running away. It's about taking control. For once in my life, I'm doing what I think is right."

The officers hesitated, unsure whether to proceed. The crowd waited with bated breath, the tension palpable.

Abigail (softly): "Samuel, please. Don't do this."

For a moment, Samuel's hardened facade cracked. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with pain and regret.

Samuel (whispering): "It's too late, Abigail. I've already made my choice."

Before she could respond, the officers moved in, snapping the handcuffs around his wrists. Samuel didn't resist. He kept his gaze locked on Abigail as they led him toward the police car.

Samuel (calling out to her): "Goodbye, Abigail. I hope you find peace... even if I can't."

Abigail stood frozen, her mind racing. The man she had pushed to the edge was now walking away, not as a broken soul, but as someone determined to carry the weight of his own darkness. And for the first time, she realized just how much she had truly lost.