Beyond the Grave: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

Name: Beyond the Grave: My Ex-Husband's Ruin
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Three years after my death, my music mogul husband, Andrew Scott, sued my estate. His claim? That the bone marrow I donated to his starlet lover, Molly Clarkson, was failing her, causing her leukemia to relapse. I' m a ghost, tied to him, forced to watch him rage. He held a press conference, signing over my life' s work-my entire unreleased song catalog-to Molly, calling it a "gift." When that stunt didn' t work, he stormed to my family' s modest home, accusing me of faking my death, convinced I was just hiding. He dismissed my younger sister, Stella' s, pleas that I was dead, then brutally attacked my beloved three-legged terrier, Banjo, as a twisted warning. He boasted about financially bailing out my family, twisting the knife. But Andrew didn' t know the whole truth. I died from complications after the bone marrow procedure, critically weakened. I had a rare genetic condition, Fanconi anemia, which made the donation incredibly high-risk. The doctors Molly paid never told him, and they gave me a dangerously low dose of anesthesia, leaving me paralyzed but conscious, feeling every agonizing drill into my bones. I died less than two weeks later, while he celebrated Molly' s "remission" in Aspen. He believed the falsified hospital records saying I was discharged in stable condition, refusing to accept I was gone. Now, my spirit screamed as Andrew vowed to find me, threatening my family with unspeakable violence unless I reappeared. My grave was empty. My brother, Matthew, will bring me home.

Family Mystery Betrayal Revenge Drama

Chapter 10

06-25 11:42

Introduction

Three years after my death, my music mogul husband, Andrew Scott, sued my estate.

His claim? That the bone marrow I donated to his starlet lover, Molly Clarkson, was failing her, causing her leukemia to relapse.

I' m a ghost, tied to him, forced to watch him rage.

He held a press conference, signing over my life' s work-my entire unreleased song catalog-to Molly, calling it a "gift."

When that stunt didn' t work, he stormed to my family' s modest home, accusing me of faking my death, convinced I was just hiding.

He dismissed my younger sister, Stella' s, pleas that I was dead, then brutally attacked my beloved three-legged terrier, Banjo, as a twisted warning.

He boasted about financially bailing out my family, twisting the knife.

But Andrew didn' t know the whole truth.

I died from complications after the bone marrow procedure, critically weakened.

I had a rare genetic condition, Fanconi anemia, which made the donation incredibly high-risk.

The doctors Molly paid never told him, and they gave me a dangerously low dose of anesthesia, leaving me paralyzed but conscious, feeling every agonizing drill into my bones.

I died less than two weeks later, while he celebrated Molly' s "remission" in Aspen.

He believed the falsified hospital records saying I was discharged in stable condition, refusing to accept I was gone.

Now, my spirit screamed as Andrew vowed to find me, threatening my family with unspeakable violence unless I reappeared.

My grave was empty.

My brother, Matthew, will bring me home.