I thought our marriage was real. Until I went to replace our coffee-stained certificate and found it was fake—and my husband Steven was legally married to Quincey, a poor substitute of me. The man I loved for over a decade had turned me into the other woman. So I erased my old identity, changed my name, and vanished. When he finally found me, it wasn't for a reunion. It was while I was destroying his company. He begged. He regretted. But I had already moved on—engaged to someone who valued honesty over lies. On his deathbed, he was left with only memories of the love he betrayed. Some revenge isn't just sweet—it's just.
