My Husband Died Three Years Ago

Summary

Barely a week after my return from the trip, the live-in help, Skylar Reed, dragged my husband and me to court.

In the courtroom, her voice, thick with manufactured misery, resonated as she clutched her visibly pregnant belly. “Genevieve and Marcus Sharpe are monsters! They hired me under false pretenses, only to hold me captive and abuse me!”

She let out a choked sob. “The baby in my womb is the wicked child of Marcus Sharpe!”

Her mother, Brenda, wailed hysterically beside her. “These demons ruined my daughter! They deserve the death penalty!”