Five years after Natalie vanished and was declared dead, I was slowly healingâraising our daughter Emma alone. When I attended my best friend
Stefanâs wedding, I never expected the bride to be Natalie. Alive. As our eyes met, she fled. I found her outside, where she coldly admitted
her powerful father had faked her death for a âclean slate.â Stefan overheardâand ended the wedding. I didnât lose Natalie that day.
I realized I had survived her. With Emmaâs hand in mine, we walked awayâfinally free.
