Love Sinks Into the Deep

On our third dating anniversary, Enzo and I were caught in a cruise ship disaster. I gave him the only life preserver, and I was swallowed by the sea, lost without a trace.

Three years later, after finally recovering from my injuries, I rushed back home—only to walk right into his grand wedding with my so-called sister.

Bound by a life debt, he had no choice but to marry me—and resented me ever since. He hated that I'd come between him and the woman he truly loved. Even my own parents accused me of being selfish, of ruining my sister's happiness for life.

Under the weight of everyone's coldness and rejection, I became desperate and unhinged.

…

Then, one day, when our family's old enemies came for revenge, he threw himself in front of me and took a knife straight to the heart. Blood gushed out as he used the last of his strength to drag me to safety.

"Raina," he rasped, "you saved my life once, and now I've repaid the debt. Just do me one favor—don't come back to haunt me in the next life. All I want is to spend it forever with Selina, just the two of us."

My heart tore apart, and I died with that grief. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had crashed their wedding.

The Wedding That Shouldn't Have Happened

"Mr. Enzo Lior, do you take Miss Selina Arroway to be your lawfully wedded wife—to love her, honor her, and cherish her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" The priest's solemn voice reached my ears like an echo from a distant dream.

Every guest in the hall turned to look at me—the uninvited guest who had just walked in.

"Oh my God, isn't that the Arroway daughter who supposedly died in the shipwreck three years ago? How is she still alive?"

"Look at what she's wearing… poor thing. I heard the groom used to be her fiance, and they were madly in love. She's not here to stop the wedding, is she?"

"Shh, keep it down. This is about to get good."

Those whispers pulled me out of the haze. I lifted my gaze and saw Enzo on stage, looking tenderly at my so-called sister, Selina Arroway, with whom I was switched at birth.

In my previous life, I had charged up the stage like a madwoman, screaming and crying, demanding to know why he had betrayed me, why he was marrying that impostor who had stolen everything that was mine.

My parents had rushed over, scolding me sharply. "Raina! Stop making a scene! Go home with us now!"

There had been no joy or surprise in Enzo's eyes at seeing me alive again—only deep, endless disgust.

Later, under pressure, he had called off the wedding with Selina and married me instead. But that had only marked the beginning of my nightmare.