Unmasking The Groom's Deceit

The last thing I remembered from my first life was the fire.

It wasn't a quick death. Mark wanted me to suffer, watching the flames eat my skin.

I didn't give him the satisfaction. My final act was defiance, shattering a framed photo of Ashley Greene, the woman who destroyed my life.

His roar of fury was the last thing I heard before darkness. Then, nothing.

Until I woke up, in a luxurious armchair, the heavy satin of a wedding dress clinging to my unblemished skin.

A mirror showed me Sarah Miller, on my wedding day, about to marry Mark Johnson, the man who would one day burn me alive.