In the End, Love Slips Through My Fingers

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.

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Bella Hayes POV