Betrayed by the Warlord,I Faked My Death and Married His Enemy

The year our love burned brightest.

The young commander of the Governor's Residence—a name that shook the nation.

He proposed to me on the banks of the Harbor River, with 9,999 roses.

But ten years later, I was still waiting for a wedding that never came.

Out of habit, I reached to toss Barnaby Gilbert's latest tabloid scandal into the trash.

But the headline stopped me cold: "Young Commander Pays Fortune to Auction Dancer's First Night."

For once, I didn't argue. Didn't make a scene.

That night, I slept with his sworn enemy.

The next day, I went to end things.