The Man Who Found His Ghost

I faked my death to escape a husband who despised me.

I gave his dying mistress my kidney and my life force just to ensure he' d be safe.

I thought I was finally free, until he showed up at my animal shelter five years later.

Hudson Holland spent a decade making me feel small, culminating in a public humiliation on our tenth anniversary.

He didn't know I had uncovered a plot against his life that only my complete disappearance could stop.

So I vanished.

I left behind a suicide note, a burnt wedding ring in a fiery bus crash, and a healed Adaline by his side.

He was supposed to be happy.

Instead, he spent years hunting for ghosts, consumed by a regret I no longer cared about.

When he finally tracked me down to the coast, I looked him in the eye and told him I' d rather be dead than be his wife again.

I told him to leave and never come back.

But when a violent gang broke into my sanctuary to hurt my animals, Hudson didn't hesitate.

He threw himself in front of a knife to save a scruffy terrier I loved.

Now, the man I swore to hate is bleeding out in my arms.

And I have to decide if I' m going to let him die.