She Burned Her Own Soulmate
Language: en
My wife told me she was drowning in debt. She begged me to fake my own death so her creditors would back off. But on the day of my funeral, peering through a hairline fracture in the wood of my casket, I saw something that turned my blood to ice. My wife’s “great lost love”—the man she’d spent our entire marriage pining for—was standing at the altar. And he was wearing my face. The priest’s voice droned through the chapel, reciting the final rites for a man named Roman. My "fake" funeral had just become Roman’s very real ticket to a new life. My body went rigid. A cold, paralyzing dread…