What Survives After Love Dies

Chapter 1

1,052 words

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.

One by one, I destroyed every gift he'd ever given me.

Until on his wedding day, I left a note. "Wishing you happiness, and goodbye.."

He thought I was just throwing a tantrum. But when he returned from his honeymoon, he found out.

I'd canceled my phone number, blocked him on all my accounts, and vanished without a trace.

A year later, he knelt before me, eyes red, begging me to come back.

I looked at him and smiled. "Liam, what makes you think I'd want a man who killed me once?"