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The night I returned to my hometown, I was drugged at the hotel. When I came to, my body was covered in bruises. The sheets were tangled and torn, and the men were already gone without a trace. I reached out to my fiancé, Jude Levine, for help. Instead, he texted me back: [My mom said a woman who's been through something like this is a disgrace. The Levine family can't afford the scandal. The engagement is off. Don't contact me again.] Three days later, he posted engagement photos on his Instagram. The woman smiling softly beside him was my younger sister, the one who had always been adored and surrounded by attention since childhood. That night, when I was on the edge of ending everything, Connor Shaw knocked on my door. He held a bowl of hot soup, his eyes red as if he'd been fighting back tears. "I heard what they said," he said awkwardly. "But I don't care. If you… If you've got nowhere to go, come home with me. I'll take care of you." I nodded through my tears, my whole body trembling. After we got married, I used all my savings and connections to help him secure a small construction contract in the county. Life slowly started to improve, and I got pregnant. I thought maybe the world was finally done punishing me. Until yesterday, Jude came over for dinner. "You actually married her? And she's pregnant now? "If she ever finds out what happened back then in Juville… that it was you who arranged for those guys—" Connor froze. "What I did was for Queen. But I've been trying my best to make it right. That should count for something."