Vengeance From Beyond The Grave

Synopsis

I was married to Duke of the North for three years. Three years of running his household, hosting his donors, smoothing over scandals, and quietly pouring every dollar of my own inheritance into his endless military campaigns. Then, when I was wasting away in a hospital bed, he brought her home. The girl he'd never stopped loving. His "one that got away." Standing at the foot of my bed, he didn't even bother lowering his voice. "You've played the role of my wife long enough," he said flatly. "It's time you gave it back to the person it was always meant for." By the time my body finally gave out, he was outside the city, wrapped in a cashmere coat, laughing as snow fell around her. I signed the divorce papers with a smile. And died that same night. Later, he rose to legend status. One decisive battle, a triumphant return, cameras flashing, crowds roaring his name. But when he came home, I wasn't there. Only a fresh grave with my name carved into cold stone. That was when he broke. He stopped sleeping. Clutched my photograph like a lifeline. Tracked down everyone who had ever whispered against me, every person who'd twisted the truth, and destroyed them one by one. What he never knew was this. As he played the grieving widower for the world, I was standing on the balcony, fingers intertwined with the new Emperor's, watching him from above with calm, distant eyes.