Inside my coffin at my own funeral, I was poisoned and paralyzed while my husband declared me dead—unaware I could still hear every word and expose his betrayal from within.

**Part 1.**

I saw my own funeral before feeling my body again.

Trapped inside the coffin, paralyzed by my husband’s poison, I heard him lean close and whisper: “Enjoy being buried alive, you rich old witch.”

The cathedral was full.

The cameras were rolling.

He thought my fortune was already his.

But my eyes still worked, and continue reading …