That scream came from the depths of his soul.
Like a madman, Enrique threw off Jenny and sprinted toward Sana with every ounce of strength he had. The world blurred around him. Nothing mattered, only her terrified, confused little face.
One thought consumed him: Catch her.
He had to catch her.
She was already leaning completely out of the glass window. As he watched her inching downward, he lunged!
He grabbed her ankle.
In that instant, it felt like he had grabbed the entire world.
His heart nearly burst from his chest. He held onto her ankle with all his might and shouted:
"Sana, don't be afraid! I've got you! I'm pulling you up, don't move, Sana! I won't let anything happen to you!"
He muttered frantically, half to her and half to himself. Then he turned his head and yelled:
"Call someone! Call for help!"
Jenny, already dazed after being hit by Sana and then shoved aside by Enrique, had crashed hard against the table corner. The pain kept her from standing. Lying on the ground, she looked up at Enrique's panicked face, and smiled.
That twisted, wicked smile.
"Fine. I'll help you," she said.
Her voice was slow and venomous. She stood, staggered, and limped toward the window. Her hand was hidden behind her back. Her head hung low. A sinister curve played at her lips.
Meanwhile, Sana dangled in the air, more than ten stories up.
She was terrified.
Every breath was a struggle. She flailed, desperately trying to grab onto anything, but there was nothing. Only empty air.
Panic consumed her. She couldn't even hear what Enrique was yelling. She only felt the pressure on her ankle… slowly loosening…
"Sana! Don't move, sweetheart, please! I'm slipping—I can't hold you much longer! Just stay still! I'm coming for you!"
His voice was shaking.
His grip was slipping.
"Call someone! Hurry!" Enrique roared.
But Jenny didn't hurry.
She crept forward, step by agonizing step, her injured body dragging along, hand still behind her back, grin growing wider.
"Jenny! Please! Help me pull Sana up!" Enrique shouted, seeing her approach. She was his last hope.
But then.
Smash!
Jenny swung her hand forward.
An ashtray slammed into Enrique's forearm.
Pain exploded down his arm. His fingers went numb. In that instant, her ankle slipped from his grasp.
"Noooo!"
He lunged to grab her again, but it was too late.
Too slow.
He only caught her high heel.
He clung to the shoe desperately, but her foot had already slipped out. He couldn't catch her.
He couldn't catch her.
He couldn't catch the woman he loved.
He could only watch as her pale face fell away from him, farther and farther into the abyss.
No! No! This can't be real!
"Sana! Sana! You'll be okay! You'll be okay!" he screamed.
He bolted out of the office like a madman. Nothing else existed. Only her. Only Sana.
Even if Jenny stood in his path—
She couldn't stop him.
Behind him, Jenny collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.
"Hahahaha! Dead! Sana is dead! Hahahaha… she's finally dead! Now Enrique is mine! All mine! Hahahahahaha…"