He liked her, loved her, doted on her, let her feel the love of a fairy tale. She thought that she had found the love of her life, that she had put on a beautiful wedding dress and was waiting to become his bride, but this wedding had already changed hands. She had fallen from the peak of happiness into the abyss of ridicule, and all of this stemmed from that one sentence ... She had repaid his hatred with her own blood and pain, but he could never find the joy of having her again. Where would he go when he and she had the truth?