Ghost Wife, His Regret After My Murder

My husband’s true love was being stalked by a twisted killer. To protect her, he pushed me straight into the lion’s den.

When I refused to act as bait to draw out the murderer, he threatened me. “Be careful, or your brother in the vegetative ward will pay the price.”

In the end, I was brutally murdered in a basement, my body turned into a macabre trophy.

When the police notified him of my death, he scoffed with disdain. “Nice try with the actors. Tonight, get your act together and go to that