When My Husband Fell for His Deceased Friend’s Widow

Summary

My labor was a nightmare. The doctors declared me critical six times.

My husband, Marcus, rushed back from his military base overnight.

He was covered in blood, his eyes blazing with a hatred so deep it scorched me.

“To get me here to you, my best friend crashed his car into a rockslide. He’s dead, Morgan. He left behind a wife and a child.”

His voice was a razor’s edge. “How am I supposed to repay that blood debt?!”

His best friend’s widow, Sarah, lost her husband in a single night.

And I lost mine. Marcus never came home again.