My Funeral Was Just The Start

Synopsis

On their wedding night, Ivan Lawson pushed his new wife toward a stranger. The man had the same sharp jawline, the same cold eyes as him. "Clara, you wanted to marry me? This is what you deserve. Enjoy it." His lips curled into a mocking smile. Night after night, Clara Vance was forced to be with a man who looked like Ivan. But when she got pregnant and hoped for even a tiny bit of kindness, Ivan coldly said, "Get rid of it. Don't bring shame to my family." That day, Clara shattered. Every piece of love she'd ever had for him and every shred of dignity she'd fought to keep was gone. Hands shaking, she wrote a final message in blood. "Ivan, you'll regret this. I swear," Clara hissed. Then she jumped off a cliff, her eyes empty and cold.