Cecilia believed that her husband, Eden, felt the same way she did.
Until he confessed that he had wanted to kill her.
Until he stripped her of her family name and trampled on her love.
Until she realized that his kindness had been nothing but a façade.
“I wanted to kill you too.”
So, you despised me enough to want me dead.
That despair crashed over Cecilia like a tidal wave, dragging her into its depths.
But when she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the moment of their wedding.
“That painting will be proof of the eternal love I vow to you.”
She had no way of knowing why the gods had granted her another life.
Yet, in this life, Eden was different. He said he loved her.
The hatred that had taken root in the wake of love and betrayal stretched endlessly before her.
Cecilia wanted to wrap her hands around the throat of the man who had once wished for her death—
The man who now claimed to love her— And ask him just one question.
Are we still in love?
