Left For Dead, Found A Fortune

I bought my fiancée, Chelsea, a private vineyard in Napa Valley, a grand gesture for our future.

Within hours, I found her laughing with her ex-boyfriend, Ryan Hughes, in the main house.

When I confronted them, Ryan shoved me, and I hit my head on the stone fireplace, followed by kicks to my ribs.

Chelsea watched, her expression cold, as they dragged me to the wine cellar and left me for dead.

I was rescued by Maria Johns, a US Marshal, who told me Ryan was dead and became my savior, my protector.

Weak and dependent after the assault, I married her, believing she was my shield.