Faked His Death, Stole My Life
On Graduation night, the love of my life, Julian, took three stab wounds meant for me. Gang members dumped his body into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan.
I gave up my spot at Columbia Law School and went on pilgrimages to churches across the country. I did penance for my sins.
For ten whole years.
Until a decade later, when the news broke that Julian was taking over as the Don of the Falcone family. I finally realized he wasn't dead.
And the glamorous Donna standing beside him was my best friend, Scarlett.
Back at his funeral, Scarlett had cried to me, "If you really feel guilty about Julian, drop out of school and walk to churches across the country to pray. It's the blood debt you owe him."
Seeing her again now, her eyes were red as she played the victim. "I just loved him too much. When he lost his memory ten years ago... I had to take him for myself and lie to you that he died."
Julian, the man who was supposed to love me more than life itself, shielded Scarlett behind his back. He looked at me like a total stranger.
It turned out my last ten years were nothing but a joke.
I had a heart attack and died in agony.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at Julian's ridiculous funeral.
He asked me, "Who are you?"
I replied calmly, "Just an ordinary friend you saved."
This time, I was done with this love triangle. I wanted nothing to do with them.
I was going to chase my dream, go to Columbia Law School, and claim the man I let slip away for ten years—Don Cassian.
But later, when Julian finally got his memory back, he begged me like a madman to return.