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.

planned it.”

She moved him aside and leaned over me.

Her hand was warm against my cheek.

“Blink if you can hear me.”

I could not blink.

Her mouth tightened but she did not hesitate.

She injected the antidote into my neck.

Fire entered my veins.

Pain came first, wild and beautiful.

My fingers moved under the satin.

Someone screamed.

My lungs expanded like torn continue reading …