"Nora, if you call off this engagement, I'll jump."
My heart caved instantly. I gave him a chance to end things with her cleanly.
He erased every trace. Fired Victoria. Went to every length to make it up to me.
He even died in an accident because of me.
Or so I'd believed. Because now he was standing right in front of me, alive and breathing, with a home built alongside the very woman he'd sworn was out of his life for good.
A bitter laugh scraped out of my throat. I grabbed the framed wedding photo and hurled it to the ground.
Glass exploded across the floor. Victoria shrieked, clutching her face where a shard had sliced her skin.
"Nora, could you stop acting like a lunatic?!"
Anthony's eyes went red. He was screaming at me.
I let out a hollow, self-mocking laugh. My voice was raw, scraping like sandpaper.
"I'm the lunatic? You're right. I am!"
"For six years after you died, I lived like one every single day!"
Anthony's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot, his tone thick with accusation.
"Back then, I was ready to die. You're the one who wouldn't let me!"
"I did everything you asked! But you refused to let it go. You kept holding it over my head, tormenting me!"