The Fake Death Plot

tried to kill myself, I

said my husband, Ethan Hayes, died in a fiery car cra

hospital, I drifted in and out

ha

nt, not a scratch on him. He was stand

with a passion that made my stomach turn. Her hand rested on her st

s hallucinating. The grief was

f my room. His face froze. The color drained from hi

, the truth cra

death. He had just left.

away, he was living

from sorrow, he was enjo

rist, one for every month I missed him, he w

hen I came to, I was no

my frame. The hand-embroidered fabric was soft against my skin. My reflect

re my first wedding an

his eyes filled with an

ed, his voice thick with emotion. "I wis

the image of him kissing a pregnant Olivia. A sharp

voice trembling slightly.

his arms, his embrace warm and stron

my skin. "Everyone knows Ethan Hayes l

y in his eyes... it felt so real. I almost doubted my own memories, wonde

is pho

e name "Olivia Hayes" flashed on t

rother, had died a year ago. I felt sorry for her, a young widow all alone. I e

fool

law every single day? What man ignores all the gossip

so wrapped up in my love for him,

ot feeling well. She had a dizzy spell. I need to go back to the family m

st rushed out of the boutique, leaving

ay, and an impulse I couldn't control took over. I walked out

Hayes family mansion, the house where his parents lived, a

a large oak tree across the stree

silk robe that did little to hide her figure.

t of you trying on dresses with Stella... it made me feel s

f desire crossed his face. He didn't even bother to close the front door all the

our finger," he growled, his voice low a

ion. I saw it clearly. A challenging, triumphant glint. Then s

there, trembling, watching the man who had promised m

or my phone and dialed the one p

e was overseas, buil

e first ring. "Ste

ce barely a whisper. "I want

his voice, firm and steady, came throug

reath, the image of Ethan a

lp me arrange something? I need a body. A fake one. I want to gi