After This Life, We’ll Never Meet Again

My husband and I had been reincarnated twice, and not once had we ever been apart.

Yet, somehow, he hated me.

Kevin Johnson hated me with a kind of quiet, bone-deep fury that no one else seemed to notice.

And I felt it every time he looked at me.

But I also knew him better than anyone ever had. I knew that under all that anger, Kevin had the softest damn heart.

He’d never admit it. He’d probably laugh in my face if I said it out loud.

But I saw it. I always saw it.

And honestly, if he didn’t have that kind of heart, how else could you explain what he did?