Fractured Loyalty, Rekindled Desire

In the bridal chamber meant for me and Darius Williams, I took my last breath.

Just before I died, he kissed my forehead and said, “Don’t be upset. She will be gone soon. My wedding with her is just a formality.”

“Next month, I’ll marry you,” he promised.

With my lifeless body in his arms, he held a private wedding ceremony for us alone.