My Husband Died on Our Wedding Day, If Only I Knew He Fooled Us All

I thought I was living a fairy tale when I married Damian. But just hours after our vows, my world shattered. Damian collapsed at the reception, and doctors later declared him dead from a sudden heart attack. Three days after his funeral, I was grief-stricken and desperate to escape.

I packed my bags and called a taxi. When the driver spoke, I froze—it was Damian. Alive. His hazel eyes met mine, filled with guilt. “I’ll explain,” he said. What followed turned my reality upside down.

Damian revealed his adoptive parents weren’t just controlling; they ran a criminal empire, with him as the reluctant mastermind. When he tried to break away, they threatened to destroy us both. To protect me, Damian faked his death. He staged the heart attack, bribed hospital staff, and disappeared, leaving everything to me.

For hours, we sat in the taxi as he explained. I felt betrayed yet saw the love in his actions. When he asked me to run away with him, I hesitated. “I need time to heal,” I said, and he respected my decision.

In the weeks that followed, I sold his assets, thwarting his family’s claims. Slowly, I realized Damian’s drastic actions stemmed from love. Finally, I called him. “Where are you?” I asked. “No more lies.”

Now, we live quietly in a foreign country, far from danger. We had a second wedding, this time with no secrets. At last, we’re free to build a life together—happy, safe, and in love.


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