After My Funeral, I Changed My Face and Dated a Jerk Online

After attending my own funeral, I changed my face, dated a scumbag online, and became the wheelchair-bound nemesis’s moonlight.

He said that the enemy of my enemy was my friend. I thought it was all about revenge.

Then, the night before our wedding, I discovered that his mother had silently helped cause my parents’ deaths.

He had known all along. Every bit of his affection was an attempt to atone.

I tore up my wedding dress and jumped into my enemy’s car. In the pouring rain, he coughed up blood, yet ordered, “Find her, even if you have to use chains.”

Beneath the ruins, covered in blood, he held me and said, “Don’t be afraid.”

But the evidence in my hands is about to send his whole family to hell.

He spends the rest of his life trying to earn one word of forgiveness from me. But can I still trust him?