Faking My Death to Destroy My Fiancé

Every time Matthew Lawrence broke her heart, Cassandra folded a paper star.

One day, he finally asked about them. With a playful smile that didn't reach her eyes, she said, "When you hurt me for the hundredth time, your dear Julia—your sweet, devoted Cassey who loves you—will disappear forever."

At first, he laughed it off, dismissing it as one of her whims.

But the hundredth star came sooner than anyone expected.

That day, Matthew abandoned Cassandra—still groggy from anesthesia—on the cold operating table to meet Julia at a love hotel, claiming he was helping her find a lost dog. When confronted later, he had the nerve to smirk and say, "Don't be like this, Cassey. Julia's just a dog—she could never compare to you. You're my Mrs. Lawrence. Now and always."

Cassandra nodded blankly, hiding the storm inside. Only she knew the truth: she had already planned her own "death." She was leaving—for good.

Seven days later, at their engagement party, the only thing Matthew would receive was the news that Cassandra had been blown to pieces, leaving nothing but ashes and regret.

"Cassey, are you absolutely sure about this? Faking your death for this undercover mission?" Ban Richard's voice crackled through the phone, thick with worry.

"Yes," she answered flatly, standing on a wind-whipped street. Her voice was as hollow as her heart.

The decision had been made the moment she woke on that operating table and saw Julia's gloating post:

"Joy would gladly be her master's loyal dog forever—even if it means being trampled a hundred, a thousand, a million times."

The photo showed Julia in a scandalous maid outfit, an obscene leash around her neck. The clothes strewn in the background? Undeniably Matthew's.

When the police needed someone to infiltrate a transnational fraud ring, Cassandra volunteered without hesitation. This wasn't just about justice—it was her escape.

Her way to make sure Matthew lived with the weight of his betrayal forever.