I was Emily Hawthorne, heir to a legendary family cryptology business, destined to marry Ethan Kent, the charismatic golden boy of East Coast finance.
We were the power couple, set to merge empires.
I loved him with every fiber, sharing my family’s deepest secrets, fiercely protecting his public image, and even giving him two beautiful children.
But once he had everything – power, prestige, my family’s intellectual fortune – he revealed his true, monstrous self.
He orchestrated the brutal slaughter of my entire family, without mercy.
Not even our own son and daughter were spared.
His chilling justification echoed in my mind, "It was you, Emily. You and your damn family. You’re the reason I couldn’t save Clara from her troubles sooner. This is all on you."
He blamed me for *his* forbidden love for a socialite.
I felt the phantom bullet, the searing flames, as my world ended.