The Woman He Buried

Synopsis

Three years after my death, my husband, a defense attorney, came looking for me again. This time, he wanted me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Marley Deleon, in a murder case. He showed up at my house with a fabricated confession in hand, only to find the place completely empty, not a trace of me left behind. Out of options, he grabbed the owner of the restaurant downstairs and demanded to know where I was. The man looked at him strangely. "Bethany Matthews? She's been dead for years. I heard it was that old murder case," the owner went on. "The victim's family wasn't satisfied with the verdict. The day she got out of prison, they cornered her in an alley and beat her to death." Lawson didn't believe a word of it. He was convinced the owner had been paid off to help me fake my death. In a rage, he flipped the table, dishes crashing to the floor. "She only served a few years! I even paid her compensation!" he roared. "How could she play dead?" "You go tell her this," he barked. "If she doesn't show up in three days, her mute father can forget about ever keeping a roof over his head." With that, he strode out, stepping over the mess without a second glance. The restaurant owner spat after him. "Disgusting. He calls himself her husband but didn't even know her father's been dead for years. Absolute trash."