To You Who Killed Me

A man whose arrogance was as effortless as breathing. The noblest of nobles. A man who would set the world on fire for love. That was my husband, Curtis. I was nothing more than a wife destined to die at my husband’s hand the moment Irvelyn – his ‘woman’ – became his love. mu*dered by the very man who once called me his, I opened my eyes to the past. Given a second chance, I knew—I had to survive. So I began to play the role of a lifetime. A desperate, one-time performance to escape the man who would kill me again in a year. *** “Dalia, time… Don’t say the time we spent together meant nothing.” “And if it was nothing?” Dalia’s voice was calm, almost detached, her expression unreadab...