Begonia has also flourished and declined
Language: en
The year Julian and I were truly, irrevocably in love. For me, he took three blades: one to his brow, another to his ankle, a third slicing deep into his back. Everyone said Julian loved me like his own life. Until another woman showed up, heavily pregnant. "You must be Scarlett, right?" The woman tossed a stack of photos onto my face. "Julian stopped loving you ages ago. I suggest you be smart and get lost." In the pictures, Julian's eyes held a gentle softness. I watched the rain intensify, then lifted my hand. The woman's shriek, muffled by the downpour, left a chilling promise…