My Regrets Only Grow Since You Left
Language: en
When Julian found me, I was picking out a burial plot for my deceased husband, Ashton. The one I truly liked was too expensive, but the cheaper options felt like I’d be shortchanging him. Lost in thought, Julian asked if I would remarry him. The refusal died on my lips, turning into a cautious whisper: “If we remarry, will the allowance still be half a million a month?” Julian looked at me, surprised. After all, the old me used to scorn money. He nodded, a perplexing pang of tenderness in his eyes: “Yes, as long as you’re a faithful and obedient wife.” I agreed without hesitation and began…