A week before my wedding, my fiancé paid a man to destr0y my face with ac:id so he could secretly marry another woman. While pretending to remain unconscious in the hospital, I heard him say, “If she’s left scarred, even better.” I didn’t scream. I waited until he left and asked for one thing… because I had just discovered that the attack wasn’t his worst betrayal.

They had been deliberately caused by the man who promised to protect me.

To make matters worse, Attorney Vance pointed out a final text message sent just two days before my attack.

“Make the assault look like the reckless work of an obsessed fanatic, target only her face, and ensure you do not kill her,” the order stated.

The text was sent directly to Christian’s personal assistant, whom the police were already actively searching for across state lines.

I foolishly assumed that I finally comprehended the full extent of the nightmare.

Attorney Vance closed her thick case folder and looked at me with grave seriousness.

“No, Genevieve, this dark discovery merely scratch the surface of how this conspiracy began,” Attorney Vance explained calmly. “What we are uncovering about the wedding finances, Sabrina, and his offshore accounts will completely destroy everything Christian built.”

At that exact second, my private cell phone began to ring from an unknown telephone number.

I pressed the receiver to my ear without saying a word.