My Regrets Only Grow Since You Left

Summary

When Julian found me, I was picking out a burial plot for my deceased husband, Ashton.

The one I truly liked was too expensive, but the cheaper options felt like I’d be shortchanging him.

Lost in thought, Julian asked if I would remarry him.

The refusal died on my lips, turning into a cautious whisper:

“If we remarry, will the allowance still be half a million a month?”

Julian looked at me, surprised. After all, the old me used to scorn money.

He nodded, a perplexing pang of tenderness in his eyes: “Yes, as long as you’re a faithful and obedient wife.”