The girl clutched her bleeding eye, writhing on the floor.

“Serenya, I’ll tell Caelan everything you did. I want him to kill you!”

I wiped the sticky blood from my cheek, arched an eyebrow, and said evenly,

“Alright. I’ll wait.”

That evening, I was soaking in my medicinal bath when Caelan burst in. His eyes froze on my frown.

The accident thirteen years ago had left me with a torment I couldn’t shake—if I missed a day of soaking, my organs felt as though they were being torn apart.

I sensed his anger had dulled. With a long sigh, he tossed a small cloth bag at my feet.

“Serenya, you went too far.”

The embroidered rabbits unraveled, and a blood-stained eyeball rolled onto the tiles.

“She was just a child. One cut to her face, one to her stomach, and now this… You’ve destroyed her life.”

I clenched my fists. “What about mine?!”

“Caelan, why did she have that video?! The one from thirteen years ago—me being violated, turned into her weapon of mockery. Tell me, wasn’t it right for me to gouge out her eye?”

My voice broke into a scream. “I hate that I didn’t go further! I should have done what they did to me—dragged a pack of beasts in front of you and let them tear her apart!”

My composure shattered. Wrapped in a towel, I staggered out, trembling as I reached for my phone.

Strong hands circled my waist, pulling me back into an embrace.

“Serenya… it’s my fault.”

A heavy sigh filled the darkened room, heavy as the silence thirteen years ago—when I dragged a half-dead Caelan by his torn clothes, when we huddled together with nothing but the sound of each other’s heartbeat.

Pain seared through me as I wriggled free.

“Caelan…”

“I won’t leave,” he cut in, his tone firm.

I opened my mouth to speak again, but the shrill ring of my phone sliced through the moment.

On the other end, her voice was sweet and eager.

“Caelan, did you do it? You promised—you’d return all my suffering to her. Where are her eyes? Did you bring them to me?”

“Eira…”

“I’m asking you a question. Did you bring them?!”

Her tone sharpened.

“The doctor says I’ll never have children again. I want her womb, her face—cut her into a hundred pieces! Or better—just kill her, Caelan. Kill her, and then we can be happy.”

Caelan hurried toward the door. In the darkness I couldn’t see his face. But just before it closed, I heard his voice, tender enough to melt.

“Eira… be good.”

The same tone he once used on me.

Thirteen years ago, after the doctor told me my unborn child had been beaten out of me, I stood on the hospital roof, ready to jump. He stood at a distance, panicked, coaxing me down with the same words.

“Serenya, be good. Even without a child, I’ll still love you. This love… I’ll only give to you.”

So his promise lasted only thirteen years.

Agony raked through my body until I collapsed in the corner, drenched in cold sweat.

Half-dreaming, I heard a sound outside the door.

The tearing of fabric.

“Caelan, let me in! She’s ruined me—I’ll kill her today!”

I forced myself upright. When I opened the door, Eira Lorrayne lunged with a dagger.

Caelan tried to block me, but in the scuffle the blade clattered to my feet. I snatched it and drove it toward her.

By the time Caelan turned, the dagger was already buried in Eira’s forearm.

His face froze. A storm of emotions flickered in his eyes.

“Serenya, enough.”

“Caelan, I told you—I hate that I didn’t go easy on her!”

Eira’s gaze snapped to me. I slashed again, this time at her throat.

Her wrist jerked away, and a shriek split the air as the blade carved a bloody gash across her neck.

Pain shattered through my wrist, then fingers yanked my hair back.

Snap! His palm cracked across my cheek.

“Serenya, stop. I’m done. We’re divorcing.”

He pulled a fresh divorce agreement from his bag and tossed it at my feet.

“I’ve signed it. Wait for the notice.”

I laughed wildly. Divorce.

My skull felt like it was splitting open, the pain tearing through my chest and gut.

So fragile—those vows carved in blood and tears.

Unless I die, I will never leave you.

Now, a single girl with a few wounds—and he was gone.

He gathered Eira in his arms and walked away without a backward glance.

As the car pulled off, she rolled the window down. Her phone played the recording of my screams from thirteen years ago. Her sneer cut deeper than the blade.

This time, Caelan didn’t stop her.

Hatred surged. If he could betray his oath, then he could die.

He must have forgotten all those years, all that tenderness. Forgotten that I was already a madwoman at eight, standing in my kitchen with a knife, ready to kill my father.

Two days later, her email arrived.

A wedding invitation.

Bride: Eira. Groom: Caelan.

Eighteen years of life and death together, and in the end it was a girl who stole the day I’d dreamed of.

Tears blurred his signature.

I pulled out my phone, dialing the number I knew by heart.

“Torren, get ready.”

So the white of a wedding was nothing but the pale white of a funeral.

Caelan lied again—standing like a young groom with his treasure, smiling at every guest.

Until his eyes met mine. His smile died instantly.

“Serenya,” he spat coldly, “you’re the one who begged for divorce. I agreed. And still you won’t let go. Aren’t you done yet?”

He clutched Eira tighter.

Even with one eye gone and scars across her skin, I had to admit—she was stunning in that dress.

I looked back at him.

“You swore—unless you died, we wouldn’t part.”

His lips curled in a sneer.

“There’s no point talking about that now. Today is my wedding to Eira. If you know what’s good for you, leave.”

“What if I don’t?!”

Caelan’s eyes flashed cold.

“Serenya, you don’t have the final say today.” He waved a hand. “Torren—get her out. Don’t let her ruin this.”

But before the order left his lips, Torren pressed a gun to the back of his head.

Caelan stiffened, his eyes burning red.

“Torren… what do you mean? I raised you for decades, and you—”

His words were cut short by the thunder of boots.

Hundreds of soldiers stormed the hall, rifles raised, every black muzzle aimed at Caelan and Eira.

For the first time, his face drained of color.