om and the sound of the heart monitor flatlining. My wife, Ava Lewis, wasn
e for revenge with a knife. He lunged for me. Ava, my bodyguard, my fiancée, the woman I
or should have been blocked by he
married her. I thought her coldness was just her nature. I thought she felt guilt
touch her. Not
he truth. Her lawyer delivered her personal effects to me. Inside a loc
ok at me with such devotion makes my skin cra
rom her accounts to his, funding his failed startups and
thing. If I have to die, I pray I am reborn and find him again.
faded into a deafening si
gh the darkness. "Ethan
iving room of the Miller estate, the afternoon sun streaming through t
rotectors, and my potential wife. Summer, sweet and quiet. Lucy, bubbly and cheerf
t as I remembered. She was beautiful, an ice queen I had spent a lifetime try
fth birthday. The day I chose
y I ch
laced with impatience. "We all know who you
aze, a flicker of triumph in her col
nights. The letters filled with her di
air tasting sweet w
cision," I said,
es landed on the one person who always seemed to be in
e in the hospital after the first year, until I, in
my voice ringing with fi