My body was trembling as I stared at the bottom of the page to see my signature. I remember Cain giving me some documents to sign a year ago but I was so in love with him I didn't even think of reading them.

This was their ultimate plan—to strip me of everything till I had nothing. My mind went back to the day I married Cain.

James and I were in love and then he didn't show up to the wedding and Cain stepped in. My stepmother kept pushing me to marry him immediately.

I never questioned why James didn't show up when he loved me so much. But now nothing was making sense.

I was silent during the ride with him, my mind playing everything all over again till I couldn't think straight.

Once Cain dropped me home, he planted a kiss on my forehead and drove away, making an excuse he needed to work.

But deep down I knew the truth—he was going to Aliya. In the room, I dragged open Cane's wardrobe, staring at the box he never allowed me to touch.

I flipped the lid of the box and my breath caught in my throat at the pictures of Aliya since she was a child. She looked so beautiful and happy in the pictures and I could tell Cain was the one behind the camera.

My heart dropped at the last picture at the bottom of the box; it was the picture of James that was on the news the day we were supposed to get married.

But it wasn't real; it looked like someone photoshopped his face into the picture.

Was it true? Did Cain spread this picture to ruin my relationship with James? But why did James never show up?

I couldn't reach out to him since that day because Cain said I shouldn't dwell on the past.

I stumbled backwards, my head swirling with confusion, but then my eyes caught something down in the drawer.

They were bottles of drugs that had my father's name on them. But they didn't seem like his normal pill.

I grabbed the bottles and stormed out of the house. I drove wildly to the hospital, rushing to the nurse who treated my dad.

“What is this?” I asked, holding out the bottle to her.

Her eyes narrowed at the pills in confusion. This seems like the bottles of pills for Mr. Macmillan's prescription but the drugs are different.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“These pills would only spike his blood pressure and keep him sick.” She responded.

I stumbled out of the hospital in confusion. Did Cain switch my father's medication to keep him sick till he died?