He Chose Her, So I Jumped Off the Cliff With My Brother’s Ashes

Jerome had gone out of his way to throw a banquet at the summit of the snow mountain, forcing me to crawl a hundred kilometers up the slope to atone and beg for forgiveness.

All because, three years ago, an avalanche had occurred, and Jerome was convinced I'd been the one to cut the lifeline—the reason his first love, Zenobia, lost the use of both her legs.

"Just one more kilometer to go. Strip off your parka and lay it under Zenobia's feet, then kneel down and lick the slush off her shoes clean. Do that, and I'll forgive you."