His Dead Wife Killed Our Baby

Summary

There was always a ghost in my marriage. An invisible woman who sat between my husband, Gary, and me.

She was my former best friend. And she was his late wife.

Every Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, we couldn't go back to my hometown to visit my parents. Gary said Isla would be lonely in the ground, and that we had to keep her company.

So, there would always be three place settings at our table. The vase would be filled with her favorite yellow tulips.