The Heart That Does Not Forget — Episode 18

A day before wedding, fiancé Alexander Carter died in crash. Everyone expected me to break, I shed no tears. Five years later, at luxury Manhattan hotel, he appeared — alive, arrogant, in arms of my stepsister. He shamelessly played with Marjorie mid-party. Seeing me, he mocked: "You my fiancée? Waited five years? Such obsession... But since you love me so much, I'll be generous: be my mistress. Title of Mrs. Carter goes to Marjorie. Mon, Wed, Fri are hers. Tue, Thu, Sat are yours. Be grateful." I smiled. He didn't know the truth. That night of the crash, I got video — proof of his lies. While they lived care-free in Europe, I married his uncle — true head of Carter family. We have four-year-old daughter.