She married the devil, thinking she wore the crown, unaware she had been his downfall and his victory long before the throne existed.
He was living behind the identity of a man who died long ago, carrying wounds that never healed... and a past that refused to let him go. She was burning with hatred of his betrayal, ready to destroy him... until the truth behind his disappearance finally started coming to light.
Two sides of the same story. One buried in silence. The other in rage.
Some truths don't end a story. They drag it back to where it began and reclaim everything that was lost.