Three years after I was driven out, I returned home only to face humiliation and torment. My brother Julian Shaw, who once cherished me, personally pushed me into hell. And Damien Cole, the man I loved for half my life, watched my downfall with cold indifference. They all claim I murdered Sylvia Reed, the woman as pure as moonlight. But what if I said it wasn't me? Who would believe a disgraced fake heiress? Then one stormy night, Damien pinned me against the wall, demanding the truth. I swallowed the blood in my throat, turned to the gentle Elliot Carter, and whispered, 'Let's get married.'
