Wedding vows are a symbol of love, but not ours.

Ours were built on vengeance and sealed in blood

I reckon it's my turn to pay the price for it now.

After all, I shot him despite being in love with him.

Men like Lorenzo Santini can't love, but they can hate like no other, and I just committed the unforgivable crime in his eyes.

Destroyed. Dead. Defeated.

Words I never thought I'd hear about my husband, Lorenzo Santini.

However, even he is helpless against mortality.

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Chapter 1 should be out tomorrow.

It answers all your questions about why she shot him!

To my old readers, I hope you fall in love with this version as well!

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