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.

I lay in my coffin, silent and unblinking, while my husband finally understood.

I had not been buried.

He had.

**Part 3.**

Julian ran to my coffin.

“Turn it off,” he hissed, forgetting the world could still hear him.

“Eleanor, you evil witch, turn it off!”

The speakers carried every word.

Miriam stepped forward.

“Julian Vale, step away from my client.”

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