I thought it was over, that all our troubles were behind us.We had a fairytale castle wedding surrounded by family and friends. Aiden wore a dress kilt, looking so handsome it made my heart squeeze, and I floated on air in a white version of the ball gown he'd cast for me in Versailles. Flower girl, ring bearer, Scottish ceilidh afterward—check, check, and check. It was perfect.We were supposed to live happily ever after.But that was before I walked in to find another woman in his bed, a demon with blood red eyes who'd disguised herself as me in order to get what she wanted most: a child from a heaven transporter.And it was in that moment—watching my entire world crumble to the ground—that I knew.This was not over. Not by a long shot.