I Shielded Him from Bullets, But He Gave My Heart to His Mistress

The bullet I took for my husband was still warm in my chest when my sister’s Ferrari crushed my body. As I lay dying, losing my baby and my future, I didn't hear prayers—I heard a celebration.

My family didn't want to save me; they wanted my heart for their "precious daughter" Sienna. With my blood still on his hands, my husband calmly signed my death warrant. They think I'm their sacrificial lamb. Little do they know, my mission is over. Heartbreak: 100%.

Their fake love? They can keep it. I’m going home.