His Dying Angel, My Fatal Nightmare

While agonizing cramps kept me curled up in bed, drenched in cold sweat and unable to move, Shawn was busy taking care of his childhood sweetheart because she was on her period.

When I ran into him at the hospital by chance, he showed not a shred of concern. Instead, he sneered, accusing me of faking an illness just to stalk him.

It wasn't until he saw the black morgue tag around my wrist that his entire world collapsed.

I said to him, "Never in this life, and never in the next."

The night was pitch black. Another violent wave of abdominal spasms hit me, leaving me drenched in cold sweat.