His Wife, His Death Sentence

was on fire, my mind a chaotic storm of pain and Ele

osal, so full of promises and

ned. A burlap sack was thrown over my head. St

of waves and a man's an

of them! You want them back?

mp, dark warehouse. And tied to the

el, Eleanor's younger, useless brother. A perpe

rled at me when he saw I was awake. "Thi

hreatening him with the power of

n's chair. "She cares more about you than

our, two largebriefcases in

nd. I'm so sick of her choosing him over everyone else." He pointed a g

o she would choose. I close

leanor said, her voi

, stunned. Hudso

then slammed his head against the back o

anor screamed and threw herself in fro

f metal in Daniel's hand. A knife.

ed on its own. I lunged, sh

nged deep int

pushed her too far. Th

wide with shock, b

horror. Then she turned on me, he

"You did this on purpose! You

g me completely. She looked at me one last time, her

she spat. "I should have

ut, leaving me tied to the chai

t, vibrated. A calend

ashed over me. It was over

st in my own house. I wrote a short will, leaving the five million from Hudson to the fost

my bed and closed m

y didn'

r's men. They dragged me out of bed, ou

pital. Eleanor was there, her

said, her voice ragged. "He needs a b

y strength draining away. "I'm dying.

ve been living off my family's money for five years. You ow

ke it up to me. She would

me into the o

room opened. Hudson Stewart walked out. He wasn't pale or dyin

e is so worried about me, she'll do anythin

"No anesthesia. And don

ught and paid for by

d and sharp, was pl

d of pure agony. My body arche

eaning close. "I'll take good care of Ele

love, my pain... it was all bei

ad story of a boy from a foster

lled from the c

I thought. We wi