Introduction

My father, a respected ethics professor, looked peaceful in the mortuary.

But then, a chilling detail: a fresh, surgical scar beneath his collar.

They said car accident, but his heart was gone.

The truth shattered me: his heart, transplanted.

To my best friend, Chloe, who was pregnant.

And the consent signed by Ethan, my fiancé.

When I confronted him, Ethan just shrugged, called it "practical."

He even suggested my father's death was a "fortunate coincidence," and I should just get over it.

He had the audacity to propose I become the baby's nanny.

Then he locked me in a dark room, calling me "hysterical."

My father' s heart, stolen and beating in my best friend' s chest.

Carrying my fiancé' s child, conceived in betrayal.

The cold I felt in the mortuary was nothing compared to the ice forming around my own heart.

Did they really think I would accept this, quietly become their hired help?

They had awakened something buried deep.

My "normal" life was over.

I escaped, found a burner phone, and dialed a number I swore I' d never call again.

"Marc," I whispered, "I need your help."

My past was about to become their nightmare.