Won't be with You Again in this Life

Nicholas Barre would rather spend every night reading in front of the portrait of his childhood sweetheart than touch me with a single finger.

He hated me for forcing him to marry me and he hated me even more for causing the tragic death of his childhood sweetheart.

Five years into our marriage, I grew so angry that I resorted to every possible means to seduce him, only to be met with his daily looks of hatred.

I thought we would torment each other until we were old.

Until the Al Capone Gang burst into the old mansion with guns and surrounded me, Nicholas stood in front of me, sacrificing…