I Traded All My Tears
In that century-old cliffside church, with a storm raging outside, my fiancé Edwin’s sister, Wade, shoved me into a living inferno.
I had rushed into the flames for him, but he only clutched his ‘frail’ sister, abandoning me to burn.
When I crawled from the rubble, covered in wounds, what awaited me was not his embrace, but a cold dismissal of the ‘farce’ I had caused—a mess that had forced him to deploy his private rescue team.
He looked at Wade, lying in a hospital bed with only minor burns, his eyes glacial as he informed me that even if I had died, it wouldn’t have undone the stain my ‘stupidity’ left on his family’s name.
Our wedding was only seven days away. Yet he mercilessly stripped the sapphire ring—a symbol of the Sterling family's glory—from my finger and ordered me to ‘reflect on what I’d done.’
But he would never know that the woman he knew died in that fire, her love along with her. This cold shell is now bound by a blood pact with the ancient power in the church’s crypt—I traded my love, and every tear I ever shed for him, for a new life.
Seven days from now, when the full moon rises, I will be reborn in darkness.
And Edwin Sterling will never get another tear, or a shred of love, from me again.