When Love Gets a Second Chance

On our third wedding anniversary, Adrian shoved my head into the freezing pool.

"Your parents killed my entire family. You haven't finished paying for their sins."

Three years I endured his cruelty, trying to atone. Until he found her. A substitute who looked seventy percent like me.

He took her to galas. He shredded the scarf I'd knitted for him. He even took my bone marrow to save her.

That was when my heart finally died. At midnight, the moment our agreement expired, I walked into the sea.