Chapter 1 "Miss Thome , we've confirmed your marriage certificate is indeed a forgery . Falsifying government documents is a criminal offense - please cooperate with our investigation . " " People are forging marriage certificates these days ? " " She must have been tricked . Poor thing_ " Winona Thome felt as if the ground swayed beneath her as she stepped out of the registry office . The stares of the staff and a few couples followed her , their curiosity and pity stinging like a slap The midday sun blazed overhead , yet Winona felt chilled to the bone Just yesterday , Tyson Goodwin had finally agreed to register their marriage , bringing their five - year relationship to what she thought was a happy conclusion . That night , their bedroom was thick with intimacy , the air humming with promises.3 But in the heat of the moment , his phone rang , slicing through the haze . Tyson did something he'd never done before - he pulled away and answered the call . " Stop it . The certificate with her is fake . I married you two years ago , remember ?" ! He was speaking an unusual foreign language , but Winona understood every word . She'd secretly taken language classes to fit in with Tyson's friends , who all spoke it . " But I'm still jealous . I wish she'd just disappear . " " Don't be childish . Nona's innocent . Wasn't the car accident enough for you ? She's already lost the use of her leg . She'll never dance again . No one will challenge you for the spotlight . If anything else happens , I can't keep covering for you . " " What about the baby ? " " Look , my love , as soon as she has the baby , we'll make it ours . I'll handle the paperwork , I promise . Now , don't be like that . She means nothing - you know my heart belongs to you . " Shock threatened to swallow Winona whole , but a sliver of reason kept her upright . So , the accident two years ago - was it intentional ? She remembered that day vividly , a truck had suddenly swerved out of control and barreled toward her . She barely survived , spending nearly a month in the hospital to save one of her legs . But her dreams of dancing died in that crash . She'd inherited her mother's gift - her future should've been bright , a stage at her feet . Later , Tyson told her it was a freak accident . He said he didn't care about her injury , that he loved her all the same . Grateful and moved , she'd only fallen deeper for him . } But now , the truth was laid bare - she'd been nothing but a pawn . Tyson had led to her married the woman who'd orchestrated her downfall , and now wanted her to bear their child . After a sleepless night , she'd come to the registry office first thing in the morning . " Reality delivered its cruel verdict . everything was a lie.8 She could only force a smile and joke that it was a mistake , grateful when the staff simply scolded her and let her go . Her phone had been ringing for ages before Winona finally came to her senses and answered !! " Are you at the office already ? Tyson's deep voice came through , still thick with sleep , impossibly gentle Winona fought to keep her tone steady . " No. Something came up . " " Where are you ? I'll come get you . " )) Her eyes stung with fresh tears . She remembered how he used to say that no matter where she was , no matter the hour , he'd come for her and take her home . !! But now - did they even have a home ?! He'd belonged to someone else for two years , betraying her in every possible way . " Nona ? " " No need ," Winona replied , tears streaking down her cheeks , though her voice betrayed nothing . " I've got things to take care of . I'll get there myself ." She was firm , and Tyson had no choice but to relent . After hanging up , Winona tried to make sense of her jumbled thoughts . !! Chapter 1 She'd dated Tyson for five years . He'd always seemed so upright , almost untouchable . In college , he was the charming student president ; after graduation , he became the dashing , successful Mr. Goodwin , trailed by admirers . But he'd always been cold , indifferent to every woman but her - or so she'd thought .
