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

Then I smiled.

She had once measured those windows because she believed she would inherit my life.

Instead, I had reclaimed it.

David had planned my funeral while I was still breathing. He never imagined that I would live long enough to watch him lose everything.

The End.