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I stand at the very edge of the cliff face, looking at the roaring ocean below my feet. I’m in no danger; in fact, my husband and his sister talk just feet away from me, watching my every move. Since the car accident, I’ve struggled to remember a lot of important things in my life, like giving birth to my daughter, Violet. Or how perfect my marriage is. As I stare at the expanse of blue before me, I have a flashback to the crash—a detail so small it might seem insignificant to some, but to me it’s everything. So why is it so different from what everyone is telling me?

Some people think I’m jealous of my sister, but it isn’t true. I love her confidence; her free spirit. She’s the reckless one in the family, always wearing skimpy clothes and posting her life on social media. I prefer reading, walking my rescue dog and early nights in my New York apartment. It’s not that I meant to keep her a secret from my boyfriend, Bradley, but she just didn’t come up in conversation.

The moment Vivien meets Ashton, she knows she will be his wife and absolutely nothing will stop her. Powerful, rich, and from a good family, Ashton is everything Vivien is not. So, she molds herself into Ashton’s perfect soul mate. Pouring his favorite vintage wine, whispering "I love you" over dinner in front of friends, and biting her tongue when she disagrees with him are simple sacrifices for the perfect marriage she has always craved.

The moment my husband showed me Cliffside - a sleek and modern glass home perched on the edge of the jagged Big Sur clifftops - I fell in love. And right there and then I made a pact with myself. I am never leaving this house. But when my husband was killed on the perilous roads leading up to the house, weeks after we moved in, I had a decision to make - leave the home I love and start a new life or stay and shut myself off from the world? I am never leaving this house.

Ella firmó. Ahora debe pagar el precio… Miro a los ojos de mi nuevo marido y sonrío. Es el día de nuestra boda y me siento como la mujer más afortunada del mundo. Lucas es perfecto. Me trae el desayuno a la cama por la mañana, ramos de flores por la tarde y nunca sale de la habitación sin darme antes un beso. Aun así, no puedo deshacerme de esa duda persistente que me ronda la cabeza, especialmente en lo que respecta al acuerdo prematrimonial que insistió en que firmara. ¿Acaso cree que solo me interesa su dinero? Me convenzo a mí misma de que no importa.

Hun har underskrevet papirerne. Nu må hun betale prisen ... Dengang: Jeg lader øjnene hvile på min nye mand og smiler. Det er vores bryllupsdag, og jeg føler mig som den heldigste kvinde i verden. Lucas er perfekt. Han laver kaffe til mig om morgenen, giver mig blomster om aftenen og forlader aldrig rummet uden at give mig et kys. Så jeg prøver at ignorere den tvivl, som nager i baghovedet, den om ægtepagten, han fik mig til at underskrive. Tror han, at jeg er en golddigger? Jeg forsikrer mig selv om, at det ikke betyder noget, fordi jeg ved, at vi skal være sammen for evigt.

Jag ser in min nyblivne makes ögon och ler. Det är vår bröllopsdag och jag känner mig som den lyckligaste kvinnan på jorden. Lucas är allt jag någonsin har kunnat önska mig. Han överraskar mig med kaffe på sängen, romantiska blombuketter och lämnar aldrig rummet utan att ge mig en kyss. Ändå har jag svårt att skaka av mig det ihållande tvivlet som gnager i bakhuvudet, särskilt när det gäller äktenskapsförordet han insisterade på att jag skulle underteckna. Tror han att jag bara är ute efter hans pengar? Jag intalar mig att det inte har någon betydelse.

I gaze at my new husband and smile. It’s our wedding day and I feel like the luckiest woman alive. Lucas is perfect. He brings me coffee in the morning, flowers in the evening, and never leaves the room without a kiss.