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.

panic-filled laugh escaped him.

“Your client is dead.”

“No,” said Miriam.

“Your victim is conscious.”

The crowd erupted.

Doctor Armand bolted for the side aisle but the steel door stopped him.

A red quarantine light spun above him.

Church security pinned him to the wall before he could reach his medical bag.

Julian looked around continue reading …