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My Husband Killed Me In His Dreams

Chapter 3 The Woman In The Photograph

Word Count: 1396    |    Released on: 09/09/2026

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My Husband Killed Me In His Dreams
My Husband Killed Me In His Dreams
“Every night, I dream that my husband kills me. It is always the same. The same mansion. The same bedroom. The same cold blade in his hand. And just before I die, Sebastian looks into my eyes and whispers, "I'm sorry, Serena." At first, I convince myself they're only nightmares. Until the things I see in my dreams begin appearing in real life. A broken vase. A scratch on our bedroom door. A knife hidden inside my husband's study. Then one night, I wake from another nightmare and find Sebastian standing beside my bed. Holding the same knife. Asleep. Whispering the exact words from my dreams. Terrified, I begin searching for answers, only to uncover secrets my husband has spent years hiding from me. Sebastian has been having these nightmares long before he met me. And the woman he keeps dreaming about killing... has my face. But the deeper I dig into his past, the more I begin to question my own. Because there are pieces of my life I can't remember. Pieces that Sebastian refuses to explain. Then I uncover a name from his past. Serena Vale. His first wife. A woman who supposedly died ten years ago. A woman who looks exactly like me. And when my forgotten memories finally begin to return, I discover something far more terrifying than the possibility that my husband wants me dead. My nightmares aren't predicting my death. They're helping me remember it.”