Fourth Life, New Husband
Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes.
But this time, he was wrong.
I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace."
I had given him three chances—three lives.
And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me.
This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace.
Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.