My Husband Faked His Death for Love, and I Went with It

My husband, Hank, is dead.

On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.

My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.

My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.

Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.

Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”