He Ghosted His Wife, She Buried their Marriage1
The day Alannah’s mother died, she mourned in the cemetery all night.
She had filed a lawsuit against the killer. But her husband, Quincy Dinnigan, threatened her with their family and his company’s reputation.
This was all because the killer was Salem, Pearl Wardle’s brother. And Pearl was Quincy’s mistress.
“Don’t play the victim with me, Alannah. It won’t work,” he said.
That was the moment she let go of everything for the sake of justice.
But Quincy, the heir to Los Angeles’s elite, used his influence to crush her efforts. No lawyer dared take her case.
That was why she resorted to deception, tricking him into signing the divorce papers, all while secretly collecting evidence.
For Pearl’s sake, Quincy once released a snake on Alannah and even forced her to hand over her mother’s keepsakes.
Then, one night, Salem kidnapped her.
He nearly violated her before she barely managed to escape.
After that, Quincy went as far as digging up her mother’s ashes and forcing her to livestream a public confession—claiming she was the one who had seduced him first.
The internet spat on her name. And even then, she couldn’t recover her mother’s ashes.
On the same day she officially received her divorce certificate, she went live across global platforms—publicly announcing her divorce.
This time, she would make Quincy pay the price he deserved!
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One night, at a corporate dinner, drunk and disoriented, Alannah stumbled into Quincy outside the hotel.
He looked disoriented, like someone had drugged him. Without warning, he grabbed her, dragged her into his Maybach, and pressed her down beneath him.
She could have pushed him away.
But he had been her girlhood dream—the cool and noble man every debutante in Los Angeles yearned for.
When it was over, he sobered up. He stared at the bloodstains on the backseat, and after a long silence, he finally said, “I’ll take responsibility.”
They married. Then, one day, Alannah accidentally discovered a secret room in his study.
Inside were hundreds of photos of other women.
And behind every photo, his handwriting filled the page with confessions of his obsession.
That was when she realized the horrifying truth. To Quincy, she looked exactly like Coraline, his late lover.
As she stepped out of the secret room, his voice came coldly from behind her.
“Alannah. Were you and my mother conspiring to lie to me?”