Chapter 1

On my wedding day, my fiancé died in a horrific car crash on his way to pick me up.

I became a widow, and the child in my belly, a posthumous orphan.

After that devastating blow, I developed a severe psychological illness. Countless times, I yearned to end it all, but everyone pleaded with me to hold on for the sake of my unborn child.

On the day of the funeral, my brother-in-law and his wife, who lived overseas, returned to pay their respects.

Staring at his face, an identical copy of my late husband’s, I repeatedly fell into a daze.

But then, I overheard a conversation outside my mother-in-law’s bedroom:

“You faked your death and fled your own wedding for this woman? Mia is carrying your child, Julian! Did you put on this whole act just to bring that conniving vixen home?”

After a long pause, my brother-in-law’s voice finally came, soft and quiet.

“Valentina has a terminal illness. Doctors say she has six months, at most. Once those six months are up, Mia will be due, and everything will go back to normal. We’ll be a happy family of three again.”

In that moment, a chilling truth pierced through me: My husband wasn't dead at all. This so-called brother-in-law was my husband, Julian!

I fought to control the violent tremors shaking my body. I typed a frantic message to Liam, my brother, who worked for an overseas covert operations unit.

“Liam, help me stage an accident! So he wants to fake his death? I’ll give Julian a taste of his own medicine!”