I thought my husband married me because he loved me, but I was so wrong.My name is Isabella, and I gave David three years of my life. Three years of trying to make him smile. Three years of cooking his favorite food. Three years of waiting for him to come home to me instead of running to another woman.When the doctor told me I was very sick and might die, I called David. He didn't come. He stayed with Sophia and her kids instead. That's when I knew he would never love me.But the worst part wasn't his cold heart. The worst part was finding out the truth.David didn't marry me by accident. He chose me on purpose. My family hurt his family a long time ago, and he wanted to hurt us back. He wanted to make me love him, then break my heart into tiny pieces.Every sweet word was a lie. Every promise was fake. Our whole marriage was his plan to make me suffer.When I found out, I felt like I was dying inside and outside. The sickness in my body was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. David told me his revenge wasn't finished yet. He wanted to take everything from my family.I had nothing left to fight for. My dad was in the hospital and couldn't wake up. I was alone and scared and tired of hurting.So I climbed to the top of a tall building and looked down at the city below. I was ready to let go of everything.But just when I was about to jump, I heard someone calling my name.Will the person who broke my heart be the same person who tries to save me?