My Husband's Cruel Game Killed Me, Now He's Begging My Ghost

After my husband racked up eight hundred grand in debt and jumped to his death.

I booked a hotel room with the creditor myself.

I never expected the man who opened the door to be my husband, Fabian Gilbert, the one who was supposed to be lying in the morgue.

He slapped me across the face, disgust flooding his eyes as he said,

"Lorna Delgado, you really disappoint me."

"I faked my death for one day, and here you are, throwing yourself at another man already."

I hit the floor and spat up a mouthful of black blood.

My best friend, Sherry Vaughn, hung on Fabian's arm.