The Luna Is A Widow-Maker

I was cursed to be a Widow-maker.

First one?

Died in a carriage accident on the way to the wedding.

Second?

Drowned right in front of my door.

Third?

He lasted a little longer. But on the wedding night, ate too much and-boom-literally burst.

Then came Harry Ashford. My fourth. The Widower-maker.

And that's how we made our bond.

Here we go again.

But he didn't die on the wedding night.

"You're still here," I said, eyeing him like I had just stepped into a trap.

He grinned. "I don't die that easily."

And damn it, Harry Ashford was different. He survived.