My Darling Husband Reported Me For Plagiarism

On the night of my wedding to Pierce, he dragged me to the cemetery to apologize to his pure love, Seraphina.

The girl on the tombstone looked peaceful and gentle, a stark contrast to her frantic escape that day.

I knelt with my palms facing up, allowing the candle wax to drip onto my hands without making a sound.

Pierce stood nearby holding a candle, his face dark and unreadable:

"Does it hurt? Three years ago tonight, Cadence suffered a hundredfold, a thousandfold more pain than this."

"She probably never knew that the one who sent her to her fiery grave was her own beloved little sister!"

In front of me, he confessed to Seraphina's tombstone that our marriage was just a means to keep me by his side.

"Don't worry, Cadence. I'll make sure Archer suffers a fate worse than death!"

I kept my head down, struggling to hold back a smile.

Pierce had no idea that the big fire was a show orchestrated by Seraphina herself.

And I? I had simply made a deal with her to get information about my birth parents.