Husband Sent Me to the Morgue; I Got Pregnant with a Dead Man's Child

Synopsis

At my grandfather's funeral, my husband's secretary burst through the doors in tears. She dropped to her knees in front of the crowd, slamming her forehead against the floor until blood seeped into the marble. "I know your grandfather was the patriarch of New York's biggest old-money family, but you can't just bury me alive with him!" Furious, my husband Clayton ordered me to work at a funeral home for three months as punishment. When the three months were up, he came to take me home. Seeing me with my head bowed, praying devoutly over a corpse, a satisfied smile spread across his face. "Looks like you finally cured that arrogant temper of yours. Let's go. I'm taking you home." Instead, I looked down at the corpse and let out a soft, tender laugh. "Wake up soon, darling. When you wake up, we'll go to the park. We can lie on the grass and look at the flowers, okay?" Clayton's face instantly darkened. "Three months in a morgue and you're still pulling this psychotic act?" Right then, my stomach churned violently. I doubled over, dry heaving. I picked up the corpse's freezing, stiff hand and pressed it gently against my lower belly. "Be good, baby. Let Daddy feel you. Stop giving Mommy such a hard time, okay?"