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.

at the candle.

Then the rose window.

Then the cross.

And deep within the cathedral walls, my revenge woke up.

**Part 2.**

The first sound was a soft click beneath the organ choir.

Julian did not notice.

He was too busy playing the role of a heartbroken man.

He turned to the crowd, pressing my dead hand against his chest.

“Eleanor taught me devotion,” he said.continue reading …