The Wife Who Returned

My first life ended in a sterile hospital room, watching my own sister, Jessica, and husband, Leo, gloat over my dying body.

"You and your kid were just in my way," Jessica whispered, her words a venomous hiss right before the heart monitor flatlined.

I gasped, ripping back into consciousness, but this time Leo was beaming, telling me we were pregnant, surrounded by the familiar scent of his cologne.

It was the very day my perfect life had first begun its slow, agonizing crumble into a nightmare, unknowingly orchestrated by the two people closest to me.