Bring Me Back to the Wedding

crushing weight of hooves, the taste

in the air-my wedding chamber, thirty years in the past. This was Autumn Frost

cold, disdainful husband, bullied and humiliated by his co

torturous replay. My "husband," drunk and arrogant, sneered accusations instead of gentle w

et from my first life was neglecting my mother while obsessing over him. I vowed that this time, she would be my priority. To

minion. Then, the fire. Just like in my first life. He ordered me to stay put, dismissively assuring

s. My foolish heart dared to hope, only for him to expose me to ut

er. All the pain, the betrayal, the humiliation of two lifetimes culminated in one cold, hard decision: "I want a divorce