My Pregnant Daughter Lay in a Coffin — Then Her Husband Arrived Laughing With His Mistress Like It Was a Celebration

church, Mr. Halden, Emma’s lawyer, stepped out from the shadow of the pulpit. Thin, silver-haired, dry as paper. In his hands was a sealed envelope with Emma’s name written across it.

Evan’s smile sharpened.

“Is this really necessary now?” he asked. “My wife isn’t even buried.”

Mr. Halden adjusted his glasses.

“Before the burial,” he announced, voice sharp continue reading …