When I was dying from pain, my husband said I was pretending.
He didn’t look at me. He looked at the bracelet that flared red.
The duke-dragon didn’t believe me. He believed the family artifact.
He locked the door. He went to the ball. And I died.
Now I’ve returned in someone else’s body to prove my truth. But my husband thinks I’m a impostor, and beside him a new bride has already appeared.
And the closer he gets to uncovering the mystery of my death, the more dangerous it becomes for both of us.
But will he believe me before he loses me a second time?