He was content for a while to have proud parents and to be able to help the family that had taken him in when no one else would. However, he became weary of the unlawful activities.

Damian didn’t want to be left without anything because he knew they would be caught eventually. After establishing a legitimate business and seeing it flourish, he made the decision to stop working with his family.

They turned against him at that point. Damian was able to postpone their threats until he met me, despite their desire to dominate this endeavor. Well, without him, their illicit company was faltering too.

So, if Damian didn’t give them a slice of the cake, they threatened to destroy our lives and me.

“I couldn’t let them touch you,” Damian remarked while massaging his eye. “In order to reach me, they would have destroyed you. So I did the only thing that came to mind. I tricked them into thinking I was dead.

He continued by describing how he set things up. According to reports, there is a drug that can cause your heart rate to drop so dramatically that it resembles death. He staged the breakdown, the hospital announcement, and even the burial with the assistance of a professional fixer who knew who to pay off.

Damian smiled and said he wasn’t in the coffin at all when I questioned how he got out of his grave. The fixer had his staff carry him out without anyone noticing, but he had to be present for the viewing service.

When he was done, I had no idea what to say. Was I in a heist film starring George Clooney?

He continued, “I know I hurt you,” with tears in his eyes. “But for us, I did it. I couldn’t allow them to prevail.”

We sat in that taxi on that silent road for hours without saying anything, save for a few hushed “I’m sorry.” My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

I finally begged him to drive me home as night fell.

That’s where the dam broke loose. While he attempted to defend his behavior, I yelled at him for hours. “YOU LET ME THINK YOU WERE DEAD!” I let out a cry.

“I’m so sorry, baby!”

“DON’T CALL ME BABY!”

“What now?” I finally inquired, my voice hoarse and completely screamed out by daybreak. We couldn’t just go back to the way things were. He should have been dead. He was plainly visible to his family here.

Damian went on to describe his future concept. He made sure that all of his rightfully earned property was given to me by pretending to be dead. They were now off limits to his family. Now I just had to sell and divide it with him.

But before long, he was permanently relocating overseas. He asked me a ridiculous question while I was still shaking my head in shock.

“I know that I hurt you terribly, but is there any way you’d want to come with me?” asked the man.

After a long period of silence and a sneer, I finally responded.

“I can’t just pick up where we left off, even in another country,” I stated to him. “You broke my heart, but I’ll give you the money and the assets however you want. To start afresh, I don’t think I can trust you sufficiently. I require room.

He gave a solemn nod. “I get it. Take as much time and space as you require. Later today, I have to depart. But, Paige, I’m not giving up on us. As long as it takes, I’ll wait.

Damian gave me his contact details before he departed and said he would get back to me as soon as he could.

I was angry for the following few weeks. His texts went unanswered. However, I did begin making plans to sell his company and combine assets. His parents were upset about that because they wanted to take what Damian had left me after his “death.”

They were frightening individuals, and I had to see them multiple times while lawyers were there.

However, my lawyers weren’t scared of them, and there was nothing they could lawfully do to take anything from me. I was able to sell what I needed once his parents were compelled to back off.

After everything was said and done, I began to believe that Damian had made the right decision. He was defending me and himself against them. It was foolish and risky, but it was also selfless.

After a few weeks, I came to the realization that I still loved him. My heart hadn’t let go despite everything he had done to me. I took out my phone and called him.

He was pleasantly delighted and said, “Paige?”

“Where are you?” I inquired. “I’ll go there, but never do that to me again.”

That was the end of it. The beach is thirty minutes away, but I’m in a another nation where the language is completely different.

It was worth every sacrifice I had to make. This time around, Damian and I were able to enjoy our wedding. We’re having the time of our lives, and his parents won’t ever discover us.