The Pain of Love Hurts More Than the Wounds

A marriage was cruelly torn apart. Was it destined by heaven, or arranged by fate? They went from being fated to meet to becoming acquainted, then from acquaintance to separation, like someone reaching for the moon in the sky while another grieved in solitude.

They had known the agony of longing, tried the ache of lovesick yearning, and exchanged glances full of unspoken affection. But the wounds of the heart could not be healed.

Who can understand the pain of love? It cannot be severed, yet it cannot be let go.

In the end, it is a pain in the heart.

The Wounds of Love

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.