Dying for His True Happiness

at the smoke-laced sky. The night air was cold, and a damp ch

lked back toward the silent mansi

The air smelled of ginger, a scent I hated. H

miss you. Go bac

, okay, you win. I'll make your fav

doting on another woman. The murmur of thei

f the kitchen just then, carrying a st

for a second, then held the bowl out to

e kitchen to make an

e chided gently as he worked. "Kandy is the s

n't worry, Em. I'll find a good guy fo

kind, but they felt like

could hear two of

e used to do things like that

n love one minute, and a complet

hat pricked at my eyes. I murmured somethi

icking clock. A partner would only be a

He just said, "Get some rest," and head

the maids. I wondered

ven me, suddenly went numb. The porcelain slipped

h echoed in th

ar, terrifying sensation.

more. I knelt and calmly began picking up

went to my room, crawled into bed, and fo

torment. I was constantly woken by

orn down. It was the swing he had built for me, where

birthday, the eighteenth, "and we'll h

out to build a lotus pond.

en bloom for another few

gotten e

were hauled away, Kandy intercepte

icate ring on her finger. It was a silv

unced, her voice dripping with p

tebook years ago, a favorite of mine. He must have seen it and stor

said, my voice gen

e it," she snapped, her insecurity flaring up. "And I don

andy?" I asked, my p

ak, she took a deliberate step backward and threw herse