The happiest day of my life turned into a nightmare. Damian, my love, collapsed and died on our wedding day. His estranged, wealthy family blamed me. I was shattered.
Three days after the funeral, I tried to escape my grief—but then I heard a familiar voice in the taxi: Damian. Alive. He’d faked his death to protect me from his dangerous, criminal family.
We fled, but the threat followed us. At a hidden cabin, I discovered the truth: Damian wasn’t my savior—he planned to hand me over to his family.
That night, I took control. I packed, armed myself, and left him behind. I anonymously exposed his crimes to his family. By morning, Damian was dead in a “family dispute.”
I felt no joy—only freedom. The man I loved was gone, and I reclaimed my life.
