He Thought She Drowned, She Was Dancing

Synopsis

When my fiancé, Brixton Flores, hit rock bottom, I coldly walked away from him. Later, he took over the underworld and became the mafia boss, then forced me into marriage and kept me prisoner in his estate. The whole city gossiped that I was the love he never forgot, the wife he cherished most. But the truth was, he brought home a different socialite girl every night, making sure I felt utterly worthless. At first, I was hurt, but once I started plotting my fake death, nothing fazed me anymore. In the end, Brixton was the one who was pushed to the edge by my indifference. He muttered under his breath, "Aren't you a little angry?" I smiled at him, calm as ever. Later, when news spread that I'd been lost to the sea, he was shattered, drowning in regret. But what he didn't know was that while he was begging for forgiveness at my grave, I was living it up at parties halfway across the world. It wasn't until a storm destroyed the family cemetery that Brixton pried open my coffin and found it empty. He went absolutely berserk, calling in every informant he had around the globe, turning the world upside down to hunt me down.