I married Damian, my dream man, but our wedding turned into a nightmare when he collapsed and died of a heart attack—or so I thought. Three days after his funeral, I saw him driving a taxi. Shocked, I learned he faked his death to escape his controlling, wealthy adoptive family, who ran a shady business empire. Damian had built a legitimate business and, to protect me from his family’s threats, staged his death using a heart-slowing drug and a fixer to handle the details. His assets were transferred to me, untouchable by his family.
Devastated by his deception, I was furious but eventually understood he acted to shield us. I sold his business, fended off his parents’ legal challenges, and realized I still loved him. After weeks of silence, I called him, moved to another country, and we remarried. Now, we live happily, far from his family’s reach, by a beach, starting over.
