You see that cold man standing next to my hospital bed?
He is my husband…but he is actually not as cold as he looks, we were actually going to marry today but I got in an accident and now I'm going to die a second time in my life.
We were actually the once who planned this all, but to understand how we came to this, we need to go back to 5 years in the past.
I was 16 years old when I faked my first death with the help of my kidnappers.
It was quite fun, but to understand how it all came to be we need to go a little further back time and I was 12 years old… and begin at the beginning.
My mother passed away when I was 12 years old and my father remarried a woman who had a son around my age.
I was 13 back then, I told my father I would not approve and if he would marry her, he should not expect me to call her my mom and her son brother.
Luckily my father understood and told me he didn't want it either but my grandparents insisted because I was a girl and according to them not eligible to inherit my father's business.
My father respected my thoughts and wishes and would not force me to call them mom and brother.
However he did took me to meet them and accept the reality that they would become family according to law.
So I went with my father to meet them.
But the moment I met them I knew that my life would be in danger and would spiral out of control.
So I put up with it for 3 years and when my 16 birthday came I was taken away and swore my revenge on that woman who stole my only parent away from me left me for death.