He Tried to Bury Me, I Buried His Whole Life

My husband paid a man to break into our house and kill me.

He didn't know I'd wake up. He didn't know I'd survive it. And he really didn't know that the woman he married had already started putting it together.

The life insurance he tripled behind my back. The girlfriend on the side. The money he owed to people who don't forgive. I was worth more to him dead, so he did the math and made his move.

Too bad for him, he missed.

Now I'm smiling across the dinner table every night, playing the wife who never suspected a thing — and quietly taking apart everything he loves, one piece at a time, until there's nothing left for him to walk away with.

He should have made sure I was dead.