Dead Wife At Her Own Funeral
Language: en
Five years ago, on my birthday, I walked in on my ex-boyfriend and his former flame. My world shattered in that bedroom, but amidst the wreckage of that public humiliation, I met Simon. He had been betrayed too. We were two broken souls who found a twisted kind of symmetry in our pain. People called us a fairytale—the two "jilted lovers" who found a second chance. Eventually, we married. I never imagined that history wouldn't just repeat itself; it would come back for blood. The day it happened, I had just finished performing a delicate reconstructive surgery on my best friend, Daisy. She…