Dead Five Years, The Heart He Stole

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I've been dead for five years.

My husband's obsession, his so-called "white moonlight," just had a heart attack. Suddenly, he remembered me―the top cardiothoracic surgeon in the country.

To force me out of hiding for her surgery, he drove his car over my father's legs. He forced my mother to her knees in the dirt. He even locked my ten-year-old sister in a cage, letting wild dogs tear at her.

He sat there, smug and confident, waiting for me to crawl back and beg for his forgiveness. That w