Chapter 1

On the eve of our wedding, the yacht my fiancé was on capsized. He was officially declared dead.

I cried until I almost passed out. Reeling from grief, I walked onto the street in a daze and was hit by a speeding car.

As my life slipped away, I heard my fiancé's best friend making a phone call:

"Ethan, you need to get back from Switzerland right now! Chloe just got into a horrific car accident!"

The sound of a glass shattering came through the line, followed by my sister’s whiny crying:

"Ethan, you promised you’d stay in Switzerland with me for a year! You can't leave!"

It turned out my fiancé wasn't dead. He had faked his death just to run off to Switzerland and be with my sister, Lily.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day Ethan "died."

Two weeks later.

The news of my engagement to Julian Harrington, the sole heir of the Harrington empire, spread like wildfire through high society.

Luke, the "loyal" friend who had helped Ethan orchestrate his fake death, rushed over to confront me, his face pale with anger.

"Chloe, Ethan just passed away! How could you be so desperate to throw yourself into another man's arms?"

I looked at him, my voice cold and dry. "He’s dead, Luke. Am I supposed to rot in a grave with him, or am I allowed to actually live my life?"