Chapter 8 Will You Forgive Me If I Die?

Jeffrey spent countless hours lingering by my home's gates, his appearance increasingly wretched, reminiscent of a stray dog.

However, I was not the same woman from five years ago. I would not fall prey to the same man twice.

One day, he presented me with an elegant gift box containing a wedding dress.

"Evalyn, try this on. What do you say to marrying me again?" he suggested.

I found his gesture absurdly humorous. Seizing a pair of scissors, I shredded the dress in front of him.

My love for him was dead and gone, yet he wanted us to get remarried.

The next day, Jeffrey came to me once more.

He returned with a ring and a bouquet, kneeling at my doorstep throughout the day and night. On and on, he kept repeating his apologies and pleas for me to give him another chance.

He laughed, and it was a bitter sound. "Evalyn, only now do I realize what I've lost. My ego, my insecurities—they've ruined me. I've been paranoid, overthinking everything. You and Dad—you were always so kin