After I Faked My Death, My Husband Lost His Mind
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Three weeks after my third baby was born, I heard what my husband really thought.
“I’m the one who drugged Clara back then. And I set a trap for her parents’ business. I never thought it would kill them.”
“I owe her for that. So I’ll keep her on as my wife.”
Thunder split the sky. I was standing right outside the door.
I had loved this man for half my life.
And half my life had been nothing but a joke.
But after I faked my death, he lost his mind.
He held my ashes and wouldn’t eat or drink. He wrapped his hands around his first love’s throat and demanded she pay with her life. He searched the whole world for a woman who was no longer anywhere he could find her.
By then, I’d already opened a little flower shop in Sydney.
And the man I shared an apartment with, the one who couldn’t cook to save his life, turned red as he said to me:
“You could think of Rosie as your daughter. And take me while you’re at it.”
“I’m the one who drugged Clara back then. And I set a trap for her parents’ business. I never thought it would kill them.”
“I owe her for that. So I’ll keep her on as my wife.”
Thunder split the sky. I was standing right outside the door.
I had loved this man for half my life.
And half my life had been nothing but a joke.
But after I faked my death, he lost his mind.
He held my ashes and wouldn’t eat or drink. He wrapped his hands around his first love’s throat and demanded she pay with her life. He searched the whole world for a woman who was no longer anywhere he could find her.
By then, I’d already opened a little flower shop in Sydney.
And the man I shared an apartment with, the one who couldn’t cook to save his life, turned red as he said to me:
“You could think of Rosie as your daughter. And take me while you’re at it.”
















































