Horace stalled for a moment.

The guilt of a second ago curdled into the cold laugh of someone caught out.

"Break it off? Melinda, are you out of your mind?"

"You clung to my side like a leech for eight years and wouldn't leave. And now you want to break it off? Who's going to want you?"

Lillian let out an open sneer.

"Country girls really are the scheming type. She's even learned to play hard to get."

"I heard you nearly got defiled saving Horace back then. A woman like you, leaving the Gilberts? They'll probably run you out of town in disgrace."

What I'd done for Horace back then went far beyond that.

I'd climbed the nine thousand steps of the temple stairs on my knees. I'd prayed in hundreds of shrines.

Anything that might save him, no matter how bitter or hard, I was willing to do it.

Everyone said I'd throw away my own life for Horace.

A few con men heard that and set their sights on me.

In the end I slit my wrist and threatened to die before they finally backed off.

I'd thought all of that was proof of how I loved him.

I never imagined that in their eyes it was only leverage to use against me.

The memories tightened around me like a halter until I couldn't breathe, until I couldn't stand one more moment in this place.

Just then a message from my father came through on my phone.

"We've settled on someone for you to marry. A man from the village, someone we know inside and out."

"He knows you love peach blossoms, so he reserved half a hillside of peach trees just for you. Come home and we can hold the wedding right away!"

Horace looked down and caught the word "marry."

Whatever guilt he'd had drained away, and he grew bolder still, laughing coldly.

"See? You can't actually leave the Gilberts."

"That little village of yours is so backward and superstitious. Where can you go, besides marrying me?"

Anywhere.

Anywhere was better than here.

When he saw me still walking toward the door, still refusing to come to my senses, Horace lost the last of his patience.

Staring at my back, humiliated and furious, he shouted.

"Melinda, take one more step and I'll chop down the peach tree in the yard right now!"

My foot stopped. I didn't turn around.

"Do whatever you want."

That tree was tied to Horace's own fate, not mine.

I moved out of the Gilbert house, and a cold war began between us.

In eight years, it was the first time.

Before, the moment he was unhappy, the moment he used the peach tree to vent his temper at me, I'd bow my head right away.

But this time, no matter how many threatening messages Horace sent, I didn't waver.

In the end, Horace sent me one line.

"Melinda, you'll regret this."

I thought he was going to bring up the peach tree again.

I didn't expect that not long after, I'd get a call from my father.

"Melinda, your mother's not going to make it. Come quickly, come see her!"

"Somebody sent your mother a video. I don't know who."

"It said the Gilberts' peach blossoms haven't bloomed for years because you've broken your marriage vows. Your mother couldn't take the shock, and her condition suddenly took a turn for the worse…"

Who else could it be.

The only people who could have gotten that video were Lillian and Horace.

By the time I reached the hospital, my mother had barely a breath left.

She clutched the bridal gown she'd embroidered with her own hands and looked at me.

There was bitterness in her eyes, and heartache.

And I didn't even have the strength left to cry.

Kneeling at my mother's bedside, I wept and told her everything that had happened lately.

In the end, we agreed to hold the wedding early.

To cut every tie with Horace, once and for all.

There was no time, so the wedding was set near the hospital.

Apart from the closest family on both sides, there wasn't a single extra guest.

I had just changed into the bridal gown and was ready to go out and be married when Horace suddenly burst in.

He took in the bright red of my bridal dress, and his face twisted.

"I kept asking how Lillian could fall sick out of nowhere. So it really was your witchcraft!"

I had no idea what he meant.

It was only piecing together Horace's wild, scrambled accusations that I understood any of it.

The peach blossoms at the Gilbert estate had bloomed for no reason.

And right on its heels, Lillian had taken to her bed, gravely ill.

Someone had said I'd used mountain witchcraft to force a marriage to Horace.

That I'd stolen Lillian's life-essence to make the peach tree flower.

"The Master said only the one who tied the knot can loosen it. To save Lillian, the curse has to be broken with your blood."

"Melinda, this is a sin of your own making, and you're going to pay for it!"

All those years, every time the vow at the mountain-spirit shrine came up, Horace had sneered at it.

Called me a superstitious peasant who'd say anything to marry him.

But the moment it touched Lillian, he was ready to believe anything, do anything.

I rubbed my wrist where his grip had left it red and aching, out of patience.

"I don't understand a word you're saying. And I'm about to be married. Whatever's going on with the two of you has nothing to do with me."

"Still won't admit it!"

Horace's eyes were red as he looked around the courtyard.

"Why else would you have everything laid out so neatly? You're forcing a wedding."

"Melinda, how can you be so shameless? You'd dream up a scheme that hurts people, just to marry me."

He wouldn't let me get a word out. Horace dragged me to the peach tree in the middle of the yard.

"I don't want to lay a hand on you. But if you keep on like this, don't blame me for what comes next!"

His grip caught the cut from before, and the pain brought tears streaming down my face.

I gritted my teeth and screamed at him, furious. "I didn't do anything!"

Lillian heard and came out of the bedroom.

She shot me one taunting look, then leaned softly into Horace's arms.

"Melinda, I know you've always wanted to marry Horace. But did you really have to come after me like this?"

"We had our quarrels before, sure, but that's all in the past. Why won't you let it go?"

The sight of her only made Horace ache for her more.

He pulled out a knife and held it up at me.

I couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped him across the face.

"Horace, eight years ago I gave up half my life to save yours. I sealed a life-and-death pact with you."

"And now you'd raise a hand to me over a few taunts from Lillian."

"You do this, and you're not afraid the heavens will strike you down?"

The blossoms fell from the tree, all of them at once.

Horace's eyes went red too, and he slashed open my wrist.

"What life-and-death pact? Lillian was the one who brought a famous doctor from overseas and saved me."

"I didn't want to hold any of it against you. But you just keep pushing, trying to kill her."

"Since you won't see sense, don't blame me for being heartless!"

"Last time I went easy on you for old times' sake. Not this time. I'm cutting down this wretched tree right now, and putting an end to whatever hope you've still got!"

With that, Horace raised the axe and swung it down hard.

Blood dripped onto the peach tree, and the petals scattered on the wind.

This tree, that had stood eight years in the Gilbert courtyard.

In that instant, it crashed to the ground.

The blossoms fell. The pact dissolved.

A violent pain tore out from somewhere inside me.

When I looked up again, the clear sunlight had been swallowed by black clouds.

The wind whipped the petals into a storm across the sky.

Horace, who had worn nothing but contempt, was staring fixed in my direction.

And in that instant, his face went deathly white.