After He Faked His Death, I Chose to LiveChapter 1

Six years after Anthony Henson died in a car accident because of me, I was still unmarried at thirty.

My elders were anxious. My friends urged me to move on. Even in my dreams, he begged me to keep going.

So I agreed to a blind date. On Memorial Day, I went to say goodbye to him one last time.

But the moment I stepped out of the cemetery, a post popped up on my feed.

Sixth anniversary! My husband just bought me another luxury condo!

I stared at the photo, trembling from head to toe, my scalp prickling with ice.

In the picture, the man I had buried with my own hands was pressing his cheek tenderly against the top of another woman's head.

I followed the address and knocked on the door. The instant our eyes met, I froze where I stood.

The woman was Victoria Mason. The same secretary Anthony Henson had fired six years ago for having an affair with him.

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Victoria's face flickered with panic.

"Nora Whitfield..."

She tried to slam the door shut, but I braced my hand against it.

Just then, voices drifted from the elevator lobby. Anthony's friends, talking among themselves.