He was Guilty, and I Called It Love

My parents were brutally murdered and dismembered at home. At the time, our company was on the verge of going bankrupt.

I begged my fiancé for help, but he turned his back on me—and went on to marry Sylvie Gaines in a so-called “wedding of the century.”

Just when I was drowning in despair, his older brother, a police officer, proposed to me right there at the funeral.

He promised to be my rock for life and vowed to uncover the truth behind my parents’ murder case.

I said yes without hesitation.

But in the end, the case went cold.