Angelic love has never burned so sinfully bright
I fell from Grace thousands of years ago, and I’ve been roaming the earth alone ever since.
Losing my wings for the man I loved didn’t break me. His betrayal did, condemning me to a life in the shadows.
Never to fly again, I live in servitude, forever atoning for my sins. Forever yearning for more.
Until I meet someone as broken as me.
I’ll never fall in love again.
Been there, done that. Not worth it.
My wedding was the talk of the town. Tabloids paid us for the exclusive pictures of the ceremony. Envious friends couldn’t stop telling me how lucky I was. What good catch my husband was.
The fairy tale became a nightmare on our first night. The next morning, I covered the bruises as I could, hoping it was a one-time thing.
I ended the marriage and barely escaped with my life. Now, I help other women like me. And men, too…