The Heart That Could Not Forget — Episode 8

Day before wedding, fiancé Alexander Carter died in crash. Everyone thought I would break. I did not. Five years later, in Manhattan hotel, man 'rose from dead'. He was having sex with my stepsister, Marjorie, at party. Shirtless, shameless, he forced her onto sofa while groaning. Pile of used condoms showed it was long affair. He saw me, thrusted harder, smirked: 'You my fiancée? Waited 5 years? Pathetic. I'll be generous. Be my mistress. Marjorie is Mrs. Carter. M/W/F for her, T/Th/Sat for you'. I smiled: 'You have wrong person'. Alexander did not know I had video of accident night. He did not know while they partied in Europe, I married his uncle—the real power behind Carters—and have 4-year-old daughter.