Unforgettable Heart

The day before the wedding, my fiancé Alexander died in a tragic accident. Everyone expected me to be consumed by grief. But I didn't shed a single tear, nor did I fall apart. Five years later, at a luxury hotel in Manhattan, the man who was supposed to be dead has "come back to life"—and he's openly making love with my sister-in-law Marjorie. In the middle of the party, he pins her to a chaise lounge, half-naked, spreads her legs, and thrusts violently. Her shrill moans echo through the room, and the countless contraceptives scattered on the floor tell of the ferocity of their encounter. When he notices me, he doesn't stop—he thrusts even harder and gives me a triumphant smirk. "You were my fiancée, weren't you? You waited five years? What a creepy obsession. But I'll let you stay on as my mistress. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for Marjorie; Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for you. Be grateful." I smiled and said, "I think you've mistaken me for someone else." Alexander doesn't know that just before the accident that day, I had received "a certain video." He doesn't know that during the five years they were partying around Europe, I had already married and had a four-year-old daughter. And he doesn't know that my husband is "his uncle"—the true ruler of the Carter family.