Even If We Never Meet

Synopsis

I was twenty-one when I killed my husband. The press circled like vultures, but Adrian Lockwood stood by me. While the world screamed for blood, he said calmly, "Claire, I believe in you. I always will." We got engaged. But the night before our wedding, the nightmare came back. Adrian didn't make it in time. Long after that night, I learned the truth—before he opened that door to save me, he stood outside for ten minutes. One day, I heard what he told a friend, "She's killed before. Who wouldn't be a little scared? Things get tense in a marriage. You never know. But she didn't snap that night. It's been two years, and she's been steady. I guess I can breathe now." I left without a word. They said he lost his mind looking for me. Across countries, across oceans. But he never found me again.