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.

Eleanor Vale, founder of Vale Biotech, dead at sixty-two.

The husband inherits everything.

The nation mourns.

Julian leaned down as if to kiss me goodbye.

Then his hand slipped under the satin.

He pressed my rigid wrists against the coffin lining, digging his nails into my skin where no one could see.

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