The Husband's Body, Her Revenge

moved around the house like ghosts, avoiding me. They spoke in whis

She let me check her temperature, take her medicine, and read her bedtime stories. Slowly, she began to smile again. She would crawl into my lap w

on my real mission. I needed to find ou

rs going through his desk, his files, his computer. It was mostly business documents, contracts, and projec

Behind a large, framed painting of a ship at sea, the wall looked different.

little faster. T

r thought occurred to me. I keyed in my own birthday. The keypad beeped, and a new light came o

click, the

all the papers for my dowry. My parents had given me stocks, bonds, and a significant cash sum when I married Ja

at I found in the bottom compart

rd of, both with substantial balances. And beneath them, tucked away

, Chloe Miller,

ciary was

was ten mil

efully planned, cold-blooded attempt at murder for a massive insurance payout. Brenda' s

every day, slept next to me every night, all while planning my d

hrough my head, so intense it made me c

nside my own head. It was Jake' s voice, but

ou doing in my body? Get

as him. His consciousness. Trapped somewhere in t

l not win, I thought, directing the thought at th

k against his presence with all my mental strength. The voice

What did you find? Chloe? Is

head subsided to a dull throb. He was weak. His soul, or whatever w

idn't know if he could regain control. I had to move faster. I had t