Chapter 1: My husband brought his mistress into our bedroom while I lay dying, then let her measure the windows for the curtains she planned to hang after my funeral. h6368

Her husband, David Mercer, was described as a devoted caregiver.

I stared at the screen.

The similarities were unmistakable.

Samuel continued.

“Caroline and David were married for four years. They had one daughter, Emma. After Caroline died, Emma disappeared from the public record.”

I typed.

WHERE IS THE GIRL?

“That’s what we’re trying to establish.”

I asked another question.

DID SHE HAVE THE SAME SYMPTOMS?

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Samuel looked at the article.

“According to the medical records we obtained, yes.”

My stomach tightened.

“Caroline experienced unexplained weakness, tremors, visual disturbances, and progressive neurological symptoms. Her doctors initially suspected an autoimmune condition.”

I closed my eyes.

The room seemed to grow smaller.

This wasn’t simply a man who had decided to murder his wealthy wife.

**David might have done this before.**

Samuel lowered his voice.

“We need to be careful. We cannot assume the circumstances were identical without proper investigation. But the similarities are significant.”

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