From Cliffside Betrayal to Unbreakable Love

My husband of five years, Mark, told me he was taking me on a romantic clifftop picnic. He poured me a glass of champagne, his smile as warm as the sun. He said it was to celebrate our life together.

But as I admired the view, his hands slammed into my back. The world dissolved into a blur of sky and rock as I plunged toward the ravine below.

I woke up broken and bleeding, just in time to hear his voice above. He wasn't alone. It was his mistress, Chloe.

"Is she... gone?" she asked.