The night before my wedding, my fiancé locked me in a cage beneath his yacht—and went upstairs to marry my sister. I begged him to stop. I was carrying his baby. He called me a liar. As my air ran out, the man who once swore to protect me was saying his vows to her. They thought they could leave me underwater and steal my life. But someone else was coming for me. And when I returned, their perfect wedding would be the least of their problems.
