To cure the fake heiress‘ depression, my childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Ethan Graham, secretly married her despite his vows that he’d marry no one but me.
So, I agreed to a family–arranged marriage with Asher Whitman, the heir to a powerful family in the capital, who had secretly loved me for years.
For seven years after our wedding, Asher treated me like I was his whole world.
His affection was overwhelming, almost suffocating, as if he couldn’t go a moment without touching me.
If I wanted the stars in the sky, he’d find a way to bring them down for me.
I thought I had finally found happiness.
But then, one night after we were together, I overheard him talking to his close friend.
“Serena’s now an international superstar. When are you going to break things off with Lila?”
