Inside the jacket
At our wedding, the woman who held Damon's heart killed herself.
For thirty years, we lived as enemies in a hollow marriage, until the day he poisoned my tea.
I stabbed him before I died, determined to drag him down to hell with me.
But with his final breath, he gasped an order to his subordinate.
"Give her the antidote I found. After I'm gone, you must find out who's been poisoning her all this time."
Tears streamed down my face. So, it wasn't him after all.
When I opened my eyes again, I knew exactly what to do. I'd go to Europe.
Leaving Damon to his first love.
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