A Thousand Rebirths: I Await My Husband's Death
When I skimmed through the messages, I saw the familiar shift—Gary's rage and threats softening into his usual brand of condescending comfort, once he realized I was serious this time.
"I was wrong, okay? Enough already."
"What do you want, for me to kneel and beg? Zoey, don't get too full of yourself."
The words almost made me laugh. I shook my head, pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it in the trash. Now was not the time yet.
Life in Pereem was quiet. It was almost peaceful. My professor and Charles were kind to me.
Charles even found the best healing serums and applied them to my scars himself every day. His gaze was so tender that it nearly drowned me.