A Marriage Built on Deception

In the fifth year of my marriage, at a cattle auction, I saw my husband with my cousin—a woman everyone believed had been dead for five years.

She was holding their son.

I quickly learned my entire marriage was a lie, a cover-up orchestrated by my husband and my own grandmother to protect the woman who had tried to murder me.

I wasn't a wife. I was an alibi.

On the day they planned to drug me so they could celebrate their son's birthday, I signed away every penny of the family fortune, filed for divorce, and disappeared.