Declared Dead by My Billionaire Husband

I was at the office, pulling another late night developing a new product, when the notice arrived: I was dead.

I assumed it was someone's idea of a sick joke. But when I got home, I heard my son anxiously questioning my husband.

"Daddy, why did you get Mommy a death certificate? Did something happen to her?"

My husband ruffled his hair.

"Mommy's fine. It's just that Aunt Shelagh Simmons wants to stay at the Sunmont Villa during her pregnancy. That place belongs to your mommy, and she won't give it to her, so Daddy had no choice but to get a death certificate and inherit it."