On the day my husband, Caleb Vale, laid his first love, Layla Shaw, to rest, he turned to me and flung our wedding ring into the sea.For the next 12 years, the breakfasts I brought him were tossed away untouched, and the scarf I painstakingly knitted through the night was thrown into the flames and burned to nothing.He was the cruelest when he looked me in the eye and said, "Aurora, if you really want me to be happy, you might as well go die."But when a mugger lunged at me with a knife, Caleb stepped in front of me without a moment's hesitation.As he lay dying in my arms, he used the last of his strength to force out a few broken words. "Go… I hope I never see you again in my next life."At the funeral, Helena Rogers sobbed until she fainted. "This is all my fault. I never should've arranged for you two to be married…"Everyone around us pitied him and resented me. They whispered that misfortune followed me and wondered why fate hadn't taken me instead.And honestly, I wonde
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