Some women fake their deaths to escape abusive relationships—I did it to test the man I was about to marry. From inside my coffin, I watched Marcus Chen, the love of my life, arrive at my family's estate with *her* on his arm, and what I discovered in those first moments shattered everything I thought I knew about loyalty, love, and the three-year relationship I'd been so sure would end in forever. This was supposed to be a simple test—a twisted, desperate measure born from whispered warnings I refused to believe—but Marcus's reaction to my "death" revealed secrets that made me question whether I ever really knew him at all. Now I'm trapped in my own elaborate scheme, watching my funeral preparations unfold while the man I thought I'd marry reveals his true colors. The question is no longer whether he'll pass my test—it's whether I'll survive the truth.