Hannah's hesitant footsteps echoed down the corridor leading to the morgue. The air was piercingly cold, and Hannah felt like she was in a dream. Her heart refused to accept that John was really gone.

Moments earlier, John had passed the critical stage of surgery, and the doctors had assured Hannah that he would recover. There was no indication that John would suddenly pass away like this.

Was fate playing a trick on Hannah? Just when she felt that everything was under control and that all she had to do was live out her days with Alden, even if she had to be subservient to him.

Hannah's chest tightened as...