Return to Sender: Heart Not Included

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Yale Salvatore, died in an accident. He had been setting up the venue when the stage collapsed.

I'm now a widow and carrying his child. Devastated with grief, I even tried to end my life.

However, my parents-in-law urge me not to grieve too much. After all, I'm pregnant and need to stay strong for the child's sake.

On the day of Yale's funeral, his older twin brother arrives from Novavista with his wife and child. They're here to attend the funeral. His face is so identical to Yale's that I nearly mistook him for Yale several times.

By accident, I overheard a conversation between him and my in-laws.

"You faked your death just for Gwen King? Sasha is pregnant with your child! Do you want your baby to be born fatherless?"

"You did all of this just so you could be with Gwen out in the open?"

My brother-in-law, exasperatedly explains, "Mom, Dad, Gwen has cancer. She has less than a month to live. She's loved me for years, and her dying wish is to marry me.

"Once she passes, I'll return to Sasha's side and give her an even grander wedding. Then, I'll be there for the birth of our child, and we'll raise him together."

Hearing this, I'm so shocked I can't speak. My so-called "brother-in-law" is actually my fiance, Yale!

For the sake of helping another woman fulfill her dying wish, he doesn't care how upset or devastated I may be. And once he completes his benevolent mission, he intends to return to my side?

No. My fiance, Yale, is already dead. I won't beg him to come back.

And in three days, I'll be just like him. I'll be lying beneath a cold gravestone, and he'll be the one left crying.

I sent a message to my parents, telling them that I would be home in three days. I also told them I was going to return all the pain Yale Salvatore had caused me.

After sending the message, my tears kept falling uncontrollably. My mind was filled with memories of the time when Yale and I were preparing for our wedding.

He told me he wanted to give me a wedding I would never forget. So, he booked a venue by the seaside. Then, he personally took part in planning the entire setup. He even helped to decorate the venue—from the flowers on stage to the wedding poster design.

I was filled with joy and anticipation while waiting for my wedding day to arrive. However, what came instead was the stage collapsing, followed by a fire that destroyed everything on site. All I had left was a charred engagement ring. My child wasn't even born yet, but he had already lost his father.

When I learned the news, I was so heartbroken I couldn't eat. I even attempted to end my life a few times. However, the people around me urged me to live for the sake