The day my fiancé broke off our engagement and married my sister, my father threw me into the cemetery outside the city.
The place was always covered in thick fog. A monster lived there, half his face burned away.
My stepmother said, "Let her rot there."
My sister said, "Just wait to die, Sister."
My fiancé said, "You're not good enough for me anymore."
They tied me to a stake. They called me a witch. They wanted me dead and silent.
But they didn't know. That "monster" in the cemetery—the one they all feared—was a fallen angel with six wings.
When the flames licked at my dress, he ripped through the sky in holy light. Before the whole city, he declared—
"She is my wife."
