You Buried Your Wife, Mr. Hayes. Now Beg.

It was supposed to be our tenth wedding anniversary.

Ten years of marriage. Ten years of love. Ten years of me believing that no matter how bad things got, my husband and I would always find our way back to each other.

So, I cooked his favorite meal, dressed up for the occasion, and waited for Adrian to come home.

But guess what?

My husband came home with another woman.

And not just any woman.

Mira. His assistant. His mistress. The woman he'd been sleeping with behind my back for years.

I watched from the shadows as he kissed her, touched her, and carried her into OUR home like I was nothing more than a forgotten piece of furniture.

Then I heard her ask the question that changed everything.

"When are you finally going to leave your wife?"

His answer? Soon.

He'd been promising her the same thing for years.

Years of secret hotel meetings. Stolen kisses. Empty promises. And lies so convincing that I almost forgot what the truth looked like.

While I was busy trying to save our marriage, my husband was busy building a future with another woman.

And the worst part?

He never loved me. He only used me to get his inheritance.

Well, congratulations, Adrian. You finally got what you wanted.

Because that night, the woman who spent ten years loving you died.

I switched on the lights.

Their heads snapped toward me.

I smiled, even though my heart was breaking.

"Nice to finally have your attention, darling."

But here's the thing about broken wives...

Sometimes, they don't cry, they leave.

And sometimes, they come back as the one woman their ex-husbands can never afford to lose.

Adrian wanted his mistress.

Now, he'll have to live with losing his wife.

And when I return, he won't recognize the woman he threw away.

He broke our vows. I will break his world.