The Betrayed Wife's Ultimate Play

into a nightmare. Now, I was lying on a gurney, the world a blur of flashing red

ffice, was here. But he wasn' t looking at me. His entire focus was on

Matthew yelled at the paramed

softly, her eyes flu

s hurt too, that my stomach was cra

my voice barely a w

eagues, another ADA who had arrived with him,

one dismissive. "Matthew's under enough

rything changed. Because I remember

rash. He arrived, a hero rushing to the scene.

heroism"

a's grave. The grief on his face was re

said, his voice cold as the tomb

purpose. That my obsession with his friends

ed me. My head hit the stone edge of a memorial bench. He made it look

He murdered ou

ords echoed in my mind. "You were always jus

r, the memory wasn't a dream. It

dn't call Matth

a sticky warmth spreading down my legs. The cramps were

as rushing past with a stretcher for

s Matthew's colleague-a mi

id curtly. "Your husband said you might be... drama

d already poisone

al, jealous wife. The woman who w

retcher. Matthew hovered over h

you," he murmured, his voice full of a

look at me

here I was trapped, my body screami

ng me toward my death, was so vivid it f

, I wouldn't

would be hi

ind out what happens when a placeholder decides t