Chapter 4: Death by a Thousand Secrets
After Lila jumped into the lake and didn’t get proper care, she fell ill and died within two months.
The town mourned her, but no one mourned me. I watched her funeral from a distance, invisible in my own life. I was already dead to them.
Rowan hated me even more, strangling me in a rage.
His hands around my throat were familiar, almost comforting. I didn’t fight back. I was too tired. Let him finish it.
"You poisonous woman, you killed her..."
His voice was raw, broken. I stared up at him, unblinking.
I forced a bitter smile. "I just didn’t send anyone to save her. How does that make me her killer?" I didn’t care anymore.
"After all she did, I was merciful not to stab her myself."
I let the truth spill out, ugly and unvarnished. Rowan’s grip tightened, then loosened. He couldn’t do it.
"Why don’t you just strangle me now and get your revenge?"
I dared him, meeting his gaze with defiance. He faltered, his hands falling away.
His grip tightened, then loosened.
He couldn’t bring himself to finish it—not because he loved me, but because he was afraid. Afraid of what would happen if the truth came out. Coward.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to kill me—he just didn’t dare risk the Shepherd name.
Reputation was everything in Maple Heights. Rowan would rather live with his hatred than risk losing it all.
And so, he and I tormented each other, living out twenty years of madness.
We were locked in a dance of mutual destruction, two broken souls bound by secrets and regret. The world saw perfection. Only we knew the truth. That was our real legacy.
In this life, I wasn’t done yet.













