On the night my father was murdered, my husband disappeared.
He had always been kind to me, especially after the accident left me with weak legs. I trusted him implicitly. But I never imagined the truth: that he had married me to cover up the fact that he was an assassin hired to kill my father.
How ridiculous I must have seemed, loving the man who would slit my father’s throat. How foolish I was to yield when he took my hand, to melt at the soft voice that breathed my name and to bare myself to a tenderness that was all a lie.
What you never knew was this: after you disappeared, the seed you planted in me took root.
Don’t worry. I’ll tell our child that their father died. I hope you stay alive wherever you are because I will seek vengeance and find you.
