My Husband Faked His Death, I Snapped
On Mother’s Day, I was driving an intoxicated wealthy woman home when she suddenly said, “You know, I stole my husband from another woman.”
Then she handed me a photo.
The moment I saw it, my entire body went numb.
The man smiling with his arm around her looked exactly like my husband — who had supposedly died eight years ago.
After my husband, Cedric Foster, died in an accident, he left me drowning in debt and caring for his comatose mother.
To pay everything off, I worked a day job and drove for a rideshare service at night. When creditors came knocking and I had no money left, I sold my blood more times than I could count.
“Handsome, isn’t he?” said the woman with a smug smile.
“He was married back then, but for me, he walked away from his wife and abandoned his family.”
As we entered an exclusive luxury neighborhood, the woman rushed toward two figures waiting ahead.
The moment I recognized them, every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. I could barely breathe.