A Wife's Tragic End, His Awakening

The man who destroyed my life stood over my broken body, but he didn't recognize me. My husband, Carter, was just the lawyer handling the "Jane Doe" found at his client's construction site, worried only about legal complications.

As a ghost, I watched him dismiss every part of me. The silver locket I' d clutched in my hand?

"Just another piece of evidence," he said flatly.

The faded tattoo on my wrist? "An irrelevant detail." He called me a selfish liar when my severe heart condition kept me from donating bone marrow to his manipulative fiancée, Cecelia.