My Rival, My Only Hope

On my birthday, my mother told me it was time to choose a fiancé from New York's most eligible bachelors. She urged me to pick Alexander Booth, the man I loved with a foolish passion in my previous life.

But I remembered how that love story ended. On the eve of our wedding, Alexander faked his death in a private jet crash.

I spent years as his grieving fiancée, only to find him alive and well on a beach, laughing with the poor student I had personally sponsored. They even had a child.

When I confronted him, our friends-the men who had pretended to comfort me-held me down.