The Widow Who Came Back to Bury Her Husband

On Connan's birthday, I woke up covered in blood with his gun in my hands... and my husband lying dead on the floor.

Everyone called me a murderer.

“I didn't kill my husband!” I begged. “I'd rather die than hurt him!”

No one believed me.

I spent thirteen years in prison, tortured every single day, while mourning the man I loved more than my own life.

Then the impossible happened.

Connan came back alive.

“Gissy,” he whispered as he held me. “I wasn't dead. I was in a coma. I'm so sorry. Come home with me.”

I thought my nightmare was finally over.

Until I overheard one conversation.

“It was just a loyalty test,” Connan laughed. “While Gissy was in prison, I got to spend thirteen carefree years with the woman I actually wanted, his fraternal twin Kathleen.”

In that moment, I realized the man I'd waited for... had been the one who destroyed my life all along.

Now he thinks I'll stay by his side forever.

Too bad.

He has no idea that legally...

I'm already his widow.