What He Left

Summary

For five years, I was married to my stepbrother.

Then, he killed himself.

The only thing he left me was half a piece of paper with three words written on it: I hate you.

And he should have. I’d repaid his family’s kindness by drugging him, climbing into his bed, and forcing him to break up with the woman he loved. I knew he didn't love me, but I couldn't let him go.

I suffocated him until he chose death. And then, I died in a car crash on the way to his funeral.

I thought that was it.

Then I woke up, back on the night I drugged him.