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.

crowd.

“She was my entire world.”

Liar.

Inside my skull, rage moved like lightning trapped in glass.

My body did not move.

My lungs barely stirred.

The synthetic neurotoxin Doctor Armand had injected into my IV had done its work with obscene elegance.

Total paralysis.

Cooling skin.

Pulse reduced to a whisper.

The body of a rich old widow could be mistaken for continue reading …