The Love Twisted By Hate

Synopsis

I died in the year my husband, Jonathan Herring, hated me the most. Unable to endure his relentless emotional abuse and cold shoulder any longer, I decided to overdose on pills and end it all. At the funeral home, Jonathan watched the flames roaring in the chamber, and he smiled. "Someone as filthy as her doesn't even deserve to have her body kept intact," he sneered. When the staff handed him the urn, he flipped it over with one hand. My ashes were scattered across the floor in an instant. He'd always believed I killed his crush, Emily Fuller. That was why he spent years scheming and manipulating, all just to savor this moment. When everything was done, he walked right over my ashes and left without a second glance. But not long after, Jonathan was on his knees, crying and begging the funeral home to return my ashes to him.