What Survives After Love Dies

Everyone in New York knew I loved Liam.

Loved him for ten years.

When I was adopted at seven, I followed him everywhere. Everyone just assumed I'd be his wife.

But that man... he killed me once.

Reborn to the night he drugged me, I didn't cry and give myself to him again.

Instead, I picked up my phone and called his precious first love, Stella.

Ten minutes later, I watched Stella rush into the room and turned to leave.

The shredder devoured ten years of love letters. A music box shattered at his feet. A platinum necklace disappeared down the drain.