My Husband's Secret Journal

te trapped in a cold, arranged marriage

ng and eventual death, ironically, came after he selflessly saved my family's company. Only then, grief-stricken b

y. He was cold, distant, and brought a doppelgänger into our home, showering her with affection to punish me

r forgiveness fell on deaf ears. I finally understood his pain, but his indifference was an i

, five years before our arranged marriage, armed with foresight. This time, my mission is clear: save my family, dismantl