My Fiancé Faked His Death, So I Married His Uncle

The day before our wedding, Jason Jagger died in a car accident.

Everyone thought I would lose it, that I would break down completely. But I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg the universe to bring him back.

Five years later, I ran into him at a hotel. Alive. Breathing. Smiling like nothing had ever happened.

Apparently, he had lost his memory. And apparently, that meant he could shamelessly kiss my stepsister in front of a crowd, letting them cheer him on like some kind of movie star.

Then he saw me. His smirk widened like he had just won some twisted game.