Took Me Two Deaths to His Undying Love

I spent ten years running this household, holding it together with bloody knuckles and sleepless nights. And now, on my deathbed, straining to breathe through an oxygen mask, my husband was right beside me—moaning and gasping with another woman.

Not just any woman.

His childhood sweetheart.

“Oh, Glen,” she purred in a voice dripping with false innocence. “If you hadn’t tricked her into nine abortions and slowly poisoned her, we’d never get to enjoy this much wealth so soon.”