Death on the Wedding Anniversary — Novel

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Rylee's life hangs by a thread, tethered to a marriage that feels more like a prison than a partnership. With a crippling diagnosis looming over her, she returns home to find her husband, Easton, entangled in another affair. The betrayal stings like a fresh wound, but it’s the suffocating weight of her circumstances that truly binds her. How can she break free from a man who seems to revel in her misery while still holding the keys to her future?

As Rylee grapples with her deteriorating health and Easton's manipulative charm, the stakes climb higher. Each encounter is a push and pull of desire and disgust, leaving her questioning her own worth. Easton’s whims are as unpredictable as his affection, leaving Rylee trapped in a cycle of hope and despair. Is it too late for her to reclaim her life, or will she be forever haunted by the shadow of a love gone terribly wrong?

When an unexpected proposition surfaces—one that could change everything—Rylee must confront her fears and desires. Can she seize the opportunity to rewrite her story, or will she remain a prisoner to her past? The clock is ticking, and the answer may come at a cost she never anticipated.

Death on the Wedding AnniversaryChapter 1

"You'll need a kidney transplant soon, or your body won't last much longer."

The doctor was handsome, but he didn't know how to break bad news.

I guess not many people are as unlucky as I am.

I came home holding the diagnosis. The first thing I saw were two pairs of shoes by the entrance, one man's and one woman's.

Yep, that jerk brought another woman home again.

I kicked aside the woman's heels and walked to the bedroom door, listening for a moment. The sounds coming from inside were pretty intense.

That jerk's bedroom skills had definitely leveled up. No surprise given all the practice he'd had these past couple of years.

They say money makes men bad, and it sure seemed true here.

I planned to take a shower, but my stomach churned. I collapsed against the door.

The overpowering scent of perfume hit me.

Even through the chaos, I found myself admiring the man's body. After two weeks apart, I had to admit it still looked good.

He was lean in clothes but muscular underneath, with perfect features and long legs, exactly my type.

Back in high school, he'd strum a guitar, and I fell for him like an idiot.