Betrayal At My Parents Wake
Language: en
I fainted from sheer grief at my parents' wake, only to be jolted awake in the dead of night by a rhythmic, sickening sound. I opened my heavy eyes, the room spinning, and my gaze landed directly in front of my parents' memorial portraits. There, bathed in the dim candlelight, was my husband, Carter. He had Maddie—the girl my parents had taken in and raised as my own sister—pressed hard against the mahogany table, driving into her with a desperate kind of violence. Maddie gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. "Carter... aren't you afraid she'll wake up?" Carter's voice, usually so…