Chosen by You, Once More
After Lilith died, my fated mate Darian hated me.
"If it weren't for you, Lilith would still be alive. Why couldn't it have been you instead?"
So he played the loving husband in public.
And tortured me in secret.
Until I finally died.
I was reborn — back to before Lilith's death.
This time, I wouldn't cling to Darian. I'd let him have Lilith.
When he dropped my hand at my birthday ball and walked toward Lilith, I didn't beg.
When he said my scent in the house made him sick, I moved out immediately.
When he told me to stop standing between him and his true love, I severed the mate bond without a word and turned to another man.
Later, I was walking down the street hand in hand with my new mate.
Darian blocked our path like a man possessed, eyes rimmed red:
"Grace, come back with me. I can forgive your little joke."