My wedding was supposed to be the day of my dreams. I’m a psycho so it kind of was. The love of my life. The blood of my enemies. My assassin family at my side. It was everything I wanted it to be.
Then came…
Lies.
Secrets.
Betrayal.
He’s my husband. I don’t believe in not seeing things through. But after what he’s done, I cannot imagine a way to make this work. Can love heal this broken marriage? What if love is not enough?