Dying For Her Love, Again

the back of Ethan Miller' s throat. He sat across from a man in a somber suit, the polished mahogany desk between th

he director said, his voice a low, practiced drone

morning, he had been released from the clinical trial facility, a place that had been his sterile prison for three years. The final verdict

news. A bright, smiling face filled the screen. Olivia Hayes. His Olivia. The caption below her nam

dollar affair. The perfect wedding for a perfect couple. The stark contrast between their celebration of life and his quiet arrangement for death made the

in his ears. Olivia had found him there, her face a mask of disbelief and pain. He was sitting in a booth, his arm draped around another wom

a' s voice was a small, broken

ive cruelty he didn't feel. He had practiced this look in the mirror for a week, and it still felt like s

ope in her eyes die, and it almost broke him. He had to finish it. He had to make her hate him

ike poison. "Tired of pretending your family' s money doesn' t matter. Sarah

g they had built since they were kids. He was not just ending their engagement; he

yes filling with a hurt so profound it radiated across the space betwee

neck. Then, her engagement ring followed. She didn't throw it at him. She did something worse. She looked him dead in the eye, her hand trembling,

lf together. Then she turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd, leaving him alone in the w