After my first love passed away, I developed severe depression and attempted suicide, only to be saved by New York’s most rebellious rich heir. He reined in all his bad temper for me, stayed by my side through five Christmases, and helped me emerge from the darkness. However, just before our one-year anniversary, I discovered his terminal cancer diagnosis. When I went to find him, I overheard him telling a friend: “Adeline has always kept me at arm’s length. I feel like I’m just a stand-in. If she would kill herself for me, then I’d believe she’s truly moved on from the past. So I’m planning to fake my death to test her—that’s not crossing the line, is it?” So I beat him to it and staged my own death, “dying” right in front of him. Later, I heard that the Maxwell family heir had completely lost his mind. He jumped into the ocean and nearly drowned, but never found the girlfriend who had died for him.
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