His tears fell like rain, mingling with his anguish. I hovered nearby, watching his grief with a sigh that seemed to echo in the void. If only I could tell him it wouldn’t have made a difference. Back then, I had been too in love with Grayson—blindly, recklessly in love.
No one could have stopped me. I’d have married him no matter what warnings I was given. My love for him had been like a moth to a flame, an all-consuming obsession. I had clung to this marriage with stubbornness, even when he accused me of deliberately causing Alice to miscarry and demanded a divorce. I had refused to let go.
But now, as I was looking back, it was all so laughable. Here I was, dead and gone, while my husband remained blissfully by his lover’s side, indifferent to my fate.
My mother-in-law, visibly shaken, could offer no rebuttal to Liam’s words. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying. As for my mother, she was beyond words, her tears flowing ceaselessly as though her heart had shattered. She swayed like a tree caught in a storm, and if it weren’t for Liam holding her steady, she might have collapsed entirely.
The three of them, united in grief and burdened by the weight of my death, carried my death certificate to the hospital.