I Was Never His Real Wife

Everyone said Cecil Henson and Leah Sullivan were made for each other.

Thirteen times they sought the omens, and every reading came back perfect.

Even if he'd been a poor nobody, the Sullivan family would have accepted him.

But he happened to be her uncle in name, the fourth heir of the Sullivans.

The night Leah was sent abroad, they put him through hell.

And through all of it, all he ever said was the same line. "I'll love her until I die."

The next day he came to steal a bride, still covered in his wounds, and I was the bride he stole.