Rose Garden Revenge

rtive, while my celebrated architect husband, Robert, built his monuments

est, Liam, moved into our guesthouse and began digging up my most cherishe

nt" at a lavish party more extravagant than our wedding, while our social circle whispered and pitied me. The

ce I carved out of our shared tragedy? How could a man I loved with every fi

lly dead; and Eleanor Vance, the dutiful wife, chose to embark on a radical, irreversible path to r