My Husband Faked His Death To Be With His First Love I Sent Him To His Grave by Green Skin

Elena's POV

"Watch where you're going, you disgusting freak!" A woman's voice shrieked above me as I bumped into her while she was coming out of a restaurant.

"Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands!" My legs gave out from tiredness as she pushed me because I hadn't eaten in days, and I fell to the ground.

I felt a sharp kick to my side that made me gasp in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I mumbled, trying to push myself up. "I didn't mean to..."

"Get away from me before I call security!" the woman spat.

I lifted my head to apologize again, and my blood turned to ice. Standing above me in a designer dress and expensive heels was Sophia, my step-sister. I hadn't seen her in two years since my husband Marcus died. She had held me while I cried at the hospital and I never saw her again after that day.

But that wasn't what made my heart stop beating. It was the massive pregnant belly stretching her dress, and the familiar hand that reached out to help her steady herself.

Marcus Martinez.

My husband.

My dead husband.

"Oh my God," Sophia's voice changed completely, like she just realized who I was. "Elena? Is that really you?"

I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaking so badly I could barely stand. My eyes were locked on Marcus's face. He had the same green eyes, the same black hair, the same smile that had once made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"Marcus?" The word came out as a broken whisper. "How... how are you alive?"

That's when the both of them started laughing. Marcus threw his head back and laughed like I had just told the funniest joke in the world. Sophia clutched her pregnant belly, giggling so hard.

"Look at her face! She really thought you were dead!"

"I told you she was stupid," Marcus said, wiping tears from his eyes. "But this is better than I imagined. Look at what's left of her."

I felt like I was drowning. The world was spinning, and I couldn't breathe. "The accident... the hospital... Dr. Parker said you were dead. I saw your body. Your sister cremated you!"

"I am most certainly not dead. It was all staged to get rid of you."

"Get rid of me?" I repeated, my voice cracking. "What are you talking about? I'm your wife!"

"Were!" Sophia corrected, running her hand over her belly. "You were his wife. Now he's with someone who actually matters."

I stared at her stomach, and suddenly everything clicked. "You're pregnant. How long have you been together?"

"Since before your wedding day," Sophia said with a smirk. "I was actually in his bed the night before he proposed to you. We laughed about how pathetic you looked, so desperate for love."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I bent down, feeling like I was going to be sick. "That's not true. We were happy. We loved each other."

"Love?" Marcus scoffed. "I never loved you for one second, Elena. You were just a means to an end."

"What do you mean?"

"Your father's inheritance," he said simply. "That's all you were good for. A walking bank account that was stupid enough to hand over every penny."

"My inheritance?" I whispered. "You said you were investing it for us."