Dylan had lied to everyone. I'd never given permission, let alone consented to their marriage.

"Starting today, I'm going to put together a revenge plan that was blocked two months ago!" my voice shook, full of determination.

The man looked at me deeply. "Who do you want revenge on?" he asked.

I held up my phone and showed him the faces of two people on the screen. "Them."

The man was silent for a moment, then sighed. "So, you want to destroy Alexa? Interesting... because she's my ex-wife."

I widened my eyes. "Your ex-wife?"

He nodded, his expression full of hatred. "Back then, Alexa set me up. She forced me to marry her while she was pregnant with someone else's child. But after the marriage, she took some of my property and left her child to me. Apparently, it was all for Dylan."

I was almost speechless. "So you knew Dylan?"

"Of course. He's my greatest enemy. My father died because he was killed by his family." He looked at me sharply. "We have a common enemy. What if we work together to destroy them both?"

I stared at his for a long time. A fire of vengeance blazed inside me.

"Interesting deal," I muttered, then held out a hand. "Let's get this game started."

The man grinned. His hand grasped mine tightly.

Two days had passed since I woke up from the hell Dylan had created. Thanks to Brian, I had regained the strength I had lost. However, it wasn't just my physique that had recovered. The fire inside my chest now burned even brighter, demanding revenge.

We sat together in the living room, discussing the first steps to destroying Dylan's men.

"Gisella, I've started investigating based on the evidence you provided. And I found a story that was released two months ago, just one day before Dylan's wedding," Bryan said, handing me his cell phone.

My hand trembled as I took it. But what shook me more was the content of the news on the screen.

"Mrs. Gisella reportedly died from her illness."

"Mr. Dylan was forced to marry to fulfill his wife's last wish!"

I felt the air around me thin out.

They said I was dead?

With trembling hands, I pressed the screen, to playing a video. Instantly, I felt sick to my stomach watching it.

Dylan stood in front of the altar, wearing a black suit with a face full of sorrow. Fake grief. Alexa was beside him, smiling faintly, as if she was the victim left behind.

"My wife and I have been separated by fate," Dylan's voice trembled in the video.