He Chose Faith. I Chose Freedom
When my father asked me to choose between the two Lewis brothers I had grown up with to get married to, I chose Joseph Lewis.
He was the man I had secretly loved for 13 years.
But on the day of our wedding, his stepsister, Jessica Lewis, leaped off the rooftop of the hotel. She left behind a letter written in blood, blessing Joseph and me with a lifetime of love and happiness.
It was only then that I learned that the two of them had been secretly in love for years.
At the wedding, Joseph lost control in front of everyone, declaring that he would no longer be concerned with any worldly affairs. I was left standing helplessly in place.
For the rest of his life, he lived in guilt, keeping vigil beside Jessica's grave.
I resented his deceit, yet stubbornly clung to our marriage, and we tormented each other for years.
This went on until we were kidnapped one day. To save me, he perished together with the kidnappers.
Before he died, he looked at me and said, "Evelyn, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. But now that both Jessica and I are gone, that should settle the debt, shouldn't it? If there's a next time, don't choose me again."
Then, I reopen my eyes to see that I have returned to the day when my father asked me to choose my fiance.
This time, I will firmly choose his elder brother, Theodore Lewis.