Beyond the Grave: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

frame against the door. He looked St

gle? Faking her own death

d, a humorless s

dent' that nearly crippled Molly. I just froze her c

n' t f

eren' t for that, I wouldn' t even b

her knuckles white as s

ving her a chance' is the si

t inside the house. A scruffy, three-legged terrier

t up with a cruel

liar. Banjo' s here.

the doorframe, his voi

. If she doesn' t take it, she can

between his legs. He let out a weak bark at Andrew' s polished leather b

oving me against a wall. Andrew kicked him, a sickening thud that echoed i

efore I finish the job," Andrew sn

d the little dog into her

she was a thousand miles away from you, with a ma

s lip

es. Molly was right, you can' t trust a girl with a gu

to my spirit. The pain was as real

!" Stella screamed, her voice

eyes tur

. "The down payment came from me. The money that paid for your father' s cancer treatme

financial ruin. That' s why I felt I owed h

ow the whole tru

arrow donor. The doctors Molly hired for the procedure, the ones Andrew paid for, never

ted my marrow. The procedure left me critically weakened. I died from post-procedure complications and

aming down her face, "go check the records at Vanderbilt U

out a cold,

me she was discharged in st

ed. A lie so simple, so clean, and he

he driveway, kicking up gravel. He jumped out, his work clothes covere

torming toward the porch. "Yo