From His Shadow To A Blackwood

Summary

I was on the edge of a cliff, tied to Isabelle, the ghost who had haunted my marriage before it even began.

Jackson, my fiancé, stood a safe distance away, silent for a long time. In the end, he chose me, the girl he’d grown up with.

It was the wrong choice.

Less than three days later, they pulled Isabelle’s body from the sea. Her clothes were shredded, her face unrecognizable.

Jackson never showed his grief, not outwardly. But I knew. In the quiet, hollow spaces of our life together, I could feel it. He hated me for it.