Emily and Jack were lounging comfortably in Jack's sparsely decorated living room. The mood was relaxed, almost euphoric. They had managed to convince themselves that the worst was behind them. The past was buried, and their future together seemed secure, untouched by the chaos that had once threatened to unravel everything.

Jack looked over at Emily with a contented smile. "Can you believe it? It's finally over. We can just move on now."

Emily nodded, her face reflecting a sense of relief and happiness. "Yeah, it's like a weight has been lifted. We're free."

Their tranquil moment was abruptly shattered by a sharp, insistent knock on the door. Jack and Emily exchanged puzzled glances, their joy replaced by a creeping sense of unease.

The knock came again, louder this time, followed by a firm, authoritative voice. "Open up! This is the police!"

Emily's heart dropped into her stomach. A cold sweat broke out across her brow. She had deleted the recording, ensuring there was no direct evidence tying Jack to the murders. She hadn't spoken to Max, had kept her silence. So why were the cops here?

Jack's expression shifted from confusion to alarm as he stared at Emily, the joy they had shared now replaced by suspicion. His eyes widened, and he looked at her with mounting distrust. The realization dawned on him like a brutal punch to the gut.

Jack's voice was cold and accusatory. "Emily, why are the cops here? Did you tell them? Did you—"

Emily's face went pale. "No, Jack, I swear, I didn't—I deleted the recording!"

Jack's eyes narrowed as he absorbed her words. "You deleted the recording?" His voice was incredulous. "You were recording me?"

Emily's heart raced as she desperately tried to explain. "Yes, I deleted it. I swear, I haven't told anyone. I haven't spoken to Max. I don't know why they're here."

Jack's face twisted in a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. "You were working for them all along, weren't you? I trusted you. I shared everything with you. You said you understood, that you were on my side. And now, it turns out you were just setting me up?"

Emily's voice trembled as she fought to maintain her composure. "Jack, no! I didn't set you up. I love you. I deleted the recording. I didn't share it with anyone. I was trying to protect us."

Jack shook his head, his anger boiling over. "Protect us? By recording me and keeping it from me? You were never on my side, Emily. You were just playing me."

The pounding on the door grew more insistent, and the authoritative voice of the officers became more forceful. "Open up! We're coming in!"

Before Emily could respond, the door was forced open, and uniformed officers stormed into the room. Their presence was commanding, the authority in their stance making it clear they were here to do their duty.

"Jack Mason, you're under arrest," one of the officers declared, his voice firm and unyielding. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you."

Jack's face, previously a mask of betrayal, contorted into pure rage. His eyes locked onto Emily's with a fiery intensity. The betrayal felt like a knife in his heart, twisting deeper with every passing second.

"You—you were the one who called them," Jack hissed, his voice low and filled with venom. "You were the one who sold me out after everything we shared. I loved you, Emily. I trusted you. And now, you're going to pay for this."

Emily's eyes widened in fear and regret. "Jack, please, you have to believe me. I didn't—"

Jack's rage was uncontainable. He stepped closer to Emily, his fists still clenched. "I'm going to make sure you pay for this. I loved you. I thought we had a future together. But you chose to betray me."

The officers began to restrain Jack, his furious shouts echoing through the room. The tension was thick, and Emily felt as if the walls were closing in on her, the crushing weight of Jack's fury and the harsh reality of the situation overwhelming her.

As Jack was led away, his eyes burned with an intense anger that promised retribution. Emily stood there, paralyzed by shock and guilt, the echoes of Jack's threats reverberating in her mind. The future she had envisioned with him was now shattered, replaced by a nightmare she had unwittingly helped create.