A Second Chance At Broken Love

David Chen, my fiancé, lay dead on top of me, his blood soaking through my clothes.

His last words, a whisper against the chaos, echoed in my head: "If there's a next life, let's not be together again... I want to wait for her."

For nine years, I had chased his shadow, followed him on dangerous missions, hoping my devotion would break through his icy heart. It never did. He hated me because his childhood sweetheart, Emily, had died, and I was the one left living. His father even spat, "You drove Emily to despair, and you killed David!"