A heart that refuses to forget — Episode 2

The night before our wedding, my fiancé, Alexander Carter, died in a car crash. Everyone expected me to collapse. I didn't. Five years later, at a Manhattan gala, he returned from the dead. He was blatantly sleeping with my half-sister, Marjorie, right in the ballroom. He mocked me, offering to keep me as his mistress. I smiled: 'You are mistaken.' He didn't know I had a video from the night of his accident. He didn't know that while they lived in Europe, I married his uncle—the true power of the Carter family—and had a four-year-old daughter.