In the End, Love Slips Through My Fingers
Language: en
I once thought loving someone enough to lay down my life for them was the purest, unbreakable love there was. Until, in the wind and snow, I heard the “late husband” I had tried to die for eight times carefully holding another woman in his arms while pretending to be someone else. He said, “Once I stabilize the situation, she’ll understand.” It hit me then—my wholehearted love was just an inconvenience he could put off sorting out for later. And so, I finally learned to live for myself. 1 Bella Hayes POV To die for my husband, Evan Foster, who had “died” in a car accident, I almost jumped…