How I Buried My Husband Alive

"You're standing there with her, feeding me this bullshit?" I screamed from my wheelchair, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might explode. "She's the reason I had a full hysterectomy!"

The room froze. Roman's friends stood motionless, their eyes darting nervously between us as my husband of fifteen years stood beside her—his mistress. Or was I the mistress now?

Roman tightened his grip around her waist. "You're blowing this out of proportion. I never meant for things to go this way."

"Blowing it out of proportion?" My voice cracked like shattered glass. "She caused the accident that put me here, and now you're telling me you're married to her? That you have kids?"

We'd been together since high school. I gave up everything for him—my family, my future—and here he was, betraying me all over again.

It started years ago when I caught him in bed with this same woman. Back then, he swore it was nothing. I forgave him. I emptied my savings, abandoned my dreams, just to support his.

Then came the accident. We were driving to the store when Roman stopped to use the restroom. The next thing I knew—crash. The impact slammed me into the steering wheel. I blacked out and woke up in surgery at eighteen, my uterus gone. Motherhood—stolen from me—by the woman now standing here, pregnant with the child that should've been mine.

"How long?" My whisper was barely audible. "How long have you two been together?"

"After your accident," he said flatly.

The silence was suffocating. Fifteen years of my life—gone.

Roman handed me a check, his gaze icy. "Take this."

I looked down. Ten million dollars. My hands trembled, fury and agony surging through me. His passion project—the one I'd sacrificed everything for—had finally taken off. He was living his dream while I was left with nothing.

"You can't do this to me, Roman. Not after everything I've lost for you!" My voice shook.

He just stared, hollow.

"Is that why you told me not to press charges against her? Because you were already with her?" His silence was answer enough. My heart shattered.

I lunged forward in my chair, pounding my fists against his chest. "I gave up my family! My future! Even my womb for you!"

Evelyn yanked my wrist away, her nails—painted with those same red bunnies I'd seen two nights ago.

Then it hit me.

She pushed me.

Two nights ago, I'd heard whispers in Roman's study. When I tried to come downstairs in the dark, someone shoved me. Those red bunny nails—hers.

"Roman, she pushed me down the stairs!"

Evelyn smirked, rubbing her baby bump. "You lost. Now you're trying to frame me?"

Roman pulled her closer. "Stop lying, Amanda. Evelyn wouldn't hurt anyone."

The betrayal cut deeper than any knife.

Evelyn sneered. "Ten million isn't enough? You should be grateful."