The Dead Husband's Return

Summary

The husband I’d buried seven years ago was standing in my living room.

And he hadn't come alone. He’d brought a woman with him, and he expected me to step aside, to simply hand over my life as his wife.

"Jade almost lost her eyesight saving me," he said, his voice laced with an infuriating mix of arrogance and impatience. "I've already promised to marry her. If you sign the divorce papers without a fuss, I'll… let you keep living here."

I let the silence hang in the air for a beat before I spoke, my voice a calm, level thing.

"Actually, I'm already married to someone else."