Dying for His Love, Reborn

d, Sarah, looked at me with worried eyes. I just smiled and adjusted

riend said he wanted me there. My heart raced, certain this was it-after three years and three rejections, he was finally ready to accept me. But

ockery, amusement. I was the city' s biggest joke, watching him slip a sparkling diamond on her finger. When I tried to sho

ll believe you." Despite my fragile health and my doctor' s warning, I jumped. I found it, shivering and half-drowned, and returned to him, only for him to declare, "T

d into his cruel, public humiliation. My ghost, tethered to his hatred, watched him publicl

sacrifice-my hidden kidney donation, my last letter to him. They