I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband
He chose his mistress on our anniversary. He didn't know I was already planning my funeral.
For three years, I was the perfect wife. I swallowed the insults from his family. I bore the guilt of our daughter’s death. Everyone blamed me. Yet, I loved Mateo Santiago with everything I had.
Until the day I found out the truth.
On the same day I discovered I was pregnant again, I learned my husband was expecting a child with another woman: my own step-aunt, Valentina. And worse? I finally discovered that he was the one responsible for our first daughter's death, not me.
I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply texted him: "Your birthday is in three months. I’ll prepare a gift you’ll never forget."
Ninety days later, Mateo Santiago watched my car burn at the bottom of a cliff. He buried an empty casket and cried for a wife he thought he loved.
But Isabella Romano didn't die that day. She just disappeared.
Five years later, I’m back. I’m no longer the weak, broken woman he married. I am Alessia, the face of a rival empire, and I have a son who looks just like him. Standing beside me is Dante. He is the man who raised me from the ashes and showed me what real love looks like.
Mateo wants his wife back. He wants to know if the boy is his.