His Second Chance Regret

He took everything: my dignity, my child, my last heartbeat for his beloved. Death was his final gift to me. But I returned, not for forgiveness, but to watch the mighty crumble in regret. Now, the man who once hung me from a tree kneels, begging for a second chance I will never grant. His “火葬场” is my masterpiece. Yet, in the ashes of his despair, I found a different solace—a gentle hand that had been reaching for me all along, even in my darkest grave. Some fires are meant not to rekindle, but to clear the way for a new dawn. Let him burn. I’ve chosen to rise, and love.