Moría en la semana de nuestra boda, pero él la salvó a ella

A week before my wedding to Julian Hayes, I was deliberately rear-ended on the Boston Harbor Bridge by his late wife's sister, Chloe Scott. She rammed my car eighteen times, hitting speeds of 120 miles per hour. When Julian arrived with the ambulance, I was being pulled from the mangled wreckage. But he rushed past me, straight to the Range Rover that had only lost its bumper. He cradled Chloe, who was unharmed but trembling uncontrollably.