New Marriage HeartBreak

"How many years does it take to know someone? Six? Ten? Or do you need to live with them for just two weeks to see who they truly are?""I didn't lose my husband in this story. I never had one. I lost myself. My judgment. My innocence. My belief that love meant safety."In today's world, no matter how many years you have been dating each other, if two of you haven't lived together for at least two weeks, you don't know each other yet. You shouldn't be planning marriage.I thought I knew him. Six years. Two thousand days of falling deeper in love with a man who never existed.The morning after our wedding, I woke up alone. Cold bed. Empty penthouse. A stranger's cologne lingering in the air.Who was this man I married?The locked room behind his bookshelf held the answer. Offshore accounts worth hundreds of millions. Photos of him with men whose faces haunted crime databases. A leather journal where he documented every lie. Every manipulation. Every moment he pretended to love me."Target identified: Sophia Laurent. Trust fund: $2M. Father's connections: priceless."I was never his wife. I was his mark.How do you escape a man who planned your murder before your first kiss? How do you survive when the person you trusted most wants you dead? How do you run when he controls everything?My name is Sophia Laurent. Three weeks into my marriage, I discovered my husband was my killer.This is how I survived. Barely.