Niannian Qingmei
Language: en
The day I died, the man I loved most married the woman he adored. I sat among the guests, smiling through my tears, applauding their union. Twenty-five years of my youth taught me one bitter truth: Turns out, even a lifetime of shared memories can be eclipsed by a dramatic, destined connection. But thankfully, I was dying soon. All that once was, would fade into the past. Clara Reed and Alexander Sterling’s story was finally coming to an end. 1 At Alex Sterling’s wedding, I had a few too many drinks. When he and Isabella Hayes came over to our table to make their rounds, I…