Till Death Do Us Part… Me First
Jameson Rhodes and I had been in love for years, childhood sweethearts from the start.
On the day of our wedding, he left me behind to accompany my sister to a competition, abandoning me to the laughter and ridicule of our guests.
When I was dying, terrified and desperate, I reached out to him for help. But all he said was not to be unreasonable, not to disturb him—he was watching my sister's match.
Only when the news broke about the headless female corpse did Jameson realize it was me. The shock shattered him. He lost his mind, and every night after, he knelt by his bed, praying and repenting.
When I came back in another life, I had become the first love of my old nemesis.
On the day of my wedding to that very nemesis, Jameson looked at me, eyes red, voice trembling.
"Good... good to see you, sister-in-law."