After I Faked My Death, He Went Crazy

"Just a tool for my pleasure. A kept woman, fine, but Mrs. King? No way."

Those were the words of the man I'd protected with my life for five years.

Three years ago, I found him bleeding in an alley, dragging him back from the brink of death.

I helped him navigate ruthless corporate battles, pulling him from bankruptcy to the pinnacle of success.

When I said I wanted to see the Northern Lights, he chartered a private jet that very night. When I mentioned loving cherry blossoms, he bought and planted an entire mountainside for me.

I thought this was love.