About His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! Novel
"""Ms. Collins, your death service is confirmed: fake drowning at your baby's full-month celebration in three days.""
Whitney gently patted her sleeping infant and signed the contract without hesitation.
Walking out, she watched Harrison's romantic declaration play on every screen in the mall—pledging his devotion to his ""first love"" and her three-year-old son who ""needed a father figure.""
That child she'd nearly died giving birth to? He scoffed: ""Just a tool to satisfy the family elders.""
Everyone in Boston knew she was Harrison Sterling's biggest simp—obsessed for eight years, desperately clinging until she snagged the Mrs. Sterling title.
But they had NO idea...
Five-year-old Harrison had secretly given her his mother's diamond ring, whispering he'd marry her when they grew up.
Fifteen-year-old Harrison had solemnly tattooed their initials over his heart: ""Whit, I wanna love you every single day, never be apart.""
Eighteen-year-old Harrison had risked EVERYTHING rushing into a burning building to save her, slipping his prayer beads around her neck before surgery: ""Not even death can separate us, let alone some stupid memory loss. Wait for me—I WILL remember you!""
Then Harrison woke up... but forgot everything before age sixteen. Worse? He mistook Vera Winters—the girl who'd crushed on him—for his girlfriend.
For eight brutal years, Whitney tried everything to restore his memory. Instead, Mother Sterling's insistence that he marry her only made Harrison hate her MORE.
Even when she was hemorrhaging during childbirth, literally dying on the table, Harrison coldly said: ""Just wait till Whitney's dead to tell me. Perfect—frees up the Mrs. Sterling spot for Vera.""
That single sentence shattered the last fragment of her love.
Now she wanted only one thing: to vanish from his world FOREVER."