You May Kiss Someone Else

My husband’s funeral was supposed to teach me a lesson. While I mourned him alone, he was celebrating with his mistress—and my own family. They thought losing him would make me grateful enough to share him. By the time I discovered their lie, it was too late for me and the baby I didn’t know I was carrying. Now he’s coming home, expecting forgiveness. Instead, he’ll find my body beneath his memorial photograph.