I married Jonah for money, not love. My younger brother, Owen, desperately needed help, and our family home was falling apart around us. When a wealthy woman named Celeste offered me monthly payments and financial security in exchange for marrying her imprisoned son, I believed I had no other choice. The ceremony inside the prison was cold and emotionless, yet Jonah surprised me. He admitted to committing a minor theft but insisted he had been framed for a much larger crime by his cousin, Dean.

Over the next three years, what began as a business arrangement slowly changed. Through letters, Jonah became my closest confidant, offering kindness and encouragement while we worked together to uncover evidence proving his innocence. After a long legal battle, his conviction was overturned, and he finally walked free. But when he arrived carrying a mysterious black box, I opened it and realized my marriage had been part of a shocking plan that neither of us had fully escaped…