Fake Death, Two Families: I Walked Away and Married Anew

Married for five years, I'm known as the woman with the perfect husband. Alexander Foster is tall, strong, endlessly passionate, and people love to joke that we can't keep our hands off each other.

Then he goes on a mission one day and never returns.

I fall apart. I try to end my life six times, and six times someone drags me back.

On the night of the sixth attempt, I overhear my mother-in-law, Anna Greyson, whispering to the man everyone believes is Alexander's younger brother, Daniel Foster.

"Alexander, how long are you going to keep hiding this? Mia has tried to kill herself six times because of you."

Alexander's voice stays calm. "Mom, before Daniel died, he asked me to take care of Lily. She's fragile, and now she's pregnant with my child. If she learns the truth, she won't survive it."

And that's when the truth hits me.

My husband isn't dead at all. He's been pretending to be his own younger brother and plans to have a child with Lily Harper under that lie.

After crying until I can barely stand, I contact Margaret Warren at the matchmaking agency.

"About that blind date you mentioned. I'll take it. And I want the wedding as soon as possible."

"That's wonderful news. Mr. Gaslow has been fond of you for years. If you agree to marry him, he’ll be so overjoyed he probably won't sleep tonight."

Margaret Warren beamed at me. I nodded quietly, saying nothing. My eyes drifted to the stark scars circling my wrist, each one a reminder of how many times I had tried to die. The feeling inside me was impossible to name.

Margaret mistook my silence as hesitation. She squeezed my hand and spoke with earnest patience.

"Mia, the dead cannot return. Mr. Gaslow has waited for you all these years. That's devotion."

"I know, Margaret. I'm willing to marry Mr. Gaslow."

I forced a smile, agreeing without struggle.

The door curtain suddenly lifted. Alexander Foster stepped inside, his face dark.

"Mia, who are you planning to marry?"

He was still calling me Mia with that easy confidence. I found it absurd.

"Daniel, this is my business. It has nothing to do with you."

The moment I spoke, Alexander's expression shifted. He yanked Margaret away from me with a sudden, furious motion.

"You old hag, Alexander hasn't been gone long, and you already think you can push Mia toward another man. Don't you have any shame? Mia loves Alexander. She will never give herself to anyone else."

Margaret, believing he was Daniel Foster, tried to reason with him. "Daniel, Alexander has been gone for more than a year. Mia is only 25. Do you want her to live as a widow forever?"

"So what if she does? Mia loves Alexander. She's willing to stay faithful to him for life."

His words made me chuckle under my breath, a sound edged with frost.

Everyone understood how tragic it was for a 25-year-old woman to be