The Wife He Destroyed Returns

up to meet me. One moment, I was adjusting lights for my new art exh

range, mechanical ticking from my chest were my only companions. M

Is everything taken care of?

ted," Henderson replied, his voice gravelly. "It w

e damage to her heart was severe. We had to implant the s

vate collection, my legacy, was the "real prize" he needed for his gallery, and their

man I was going to marry, the father of the child growing inside me, had or

cold, dead void that opened inside me. I was a machine, my hea

, a secret meant for Mark, was a lie. When a nurse mentioned prenat

formance for the outside world was flawless, but I saw the ugly, rotten can

gned sympathy twisting knives in my gut. He even boasted that she was cataloging

was trapped. He' d built this cage deliberately. He' d stolen every

d taken my own life. Emily' s hysterical accusations that I was faking it turned his f

eme. He cast me as a villain-a cheater, pregnan

e, his heart heavy, I sat alive in his living room

were pregnant with

he only one I trusted, had helped me fake my death, swap my body with

etic heart, and all. He saw the woman, not the wheelchair. He unde

co-founded Chen-Miller Restorations. Then came the opportunity of a

I was loved.

Mark. Thinner, haggard, staring at me as if I were

were, as you can see,

ailures on my supposed death, clinging to p

issive. "Love you? Mark,

er surfacing. "You owe me an e

David' s calm, steady voice cut through the t

tching the light. "This is David

arah Miller you knew, the one you tried to destroy, is dead. Yo

completely overcome. Emily was arrested for fraud, Mark' s gallery liquidated

t empowered, called me whole. I found my true masterpiece: a li