My Grave Couldn't Hold My Revenge

Synopsis

Three years ago, I died. They called it an accident. Nine months later, Alexander's precious son was born. The timing was perfect, like a script someone had written, and I was the foolish lead actress who played my part until the very end. I traced my fingers over the cold tombstone. [In loving memory of Vivian Sterling. Beloved wife of Alexander Grant. Forever in our hearts.] "Beloved wife." The words slipped out of my mouth with a quiet laugh that echoed too loudly through the empty cemetery. The heart they buried with me? That one died three years ago in that "accident." This one beat for one thing only, revenge.