Wasted Love, Regret for Eternity

When I was eighteen, I gave myself to Magnus Finck like a gift, wrapped in blind devotion.

That night, tipsy and aloof, he slid my clothes off without hesitation.

The next morning, he looked utterly composed.

“Evelyn, I’ll take responsibility for you.”

And he did exactly that.

Magnus kept his promise. He kept me close, treated me well and eventually married me. I became Mrs. Finck.

Everyone envied me for it. I had climbed the social ladder and landed at the very top—the darling of Greyton’s elite, wife to one of the most powerful men in the city.

I believed in the dream, too.