When My Husband Planned My Death, I Planned His Fall

Before my grandfather died, he held my hand tight, urgently placing a shining, openwork golden cross in my palm. He kept saying, “The soul goes to heaven, but if you make even a small mistake, it will go to hell.”

After that, I wore the cross around my neck.

My life changed quickly; it felt like luck was finally on my side and I earned a hundred million dollars overnight.

But after I married Luther Edwards, the cross around my neck slowly lost its shine.

Luther and I were deeply in love; I brought him homemade meals every day.