She was hauled away on the spot as a criminal who'd tried to wreck a marriage, sentenced right then and there.
On our son's first birthday, Ezra said he had a surprise for me. Instead, he led me into an abandoned minefield.
The moment the ordnance detonated underfoot, I dropped to my knees, sobbing, begging him to at least get our child out.
Ezra just watched me, his face empty of anything human:
"Denise only wanted to give herself to me before the wedding. Something to remember her by."
"But you turned her into a criminal. She was sentenced to death. When she died, she was carrying my child."
"You and this bastard deserve to die for what you did to her and our baby."
That was the moment I understood.
He had been in love with my sister all along.
My son and I were blown apart. There wasn't enough left of us to piece together.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister appeared at my wedding.
……
A slap cracked across my face. I pressed my hand to my cheek and stood there, stunned, before it finally registered: I had been reborn on my wedding day.
A tearing pain ripped across my scalp.