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I swear, I hate my husband.

At my birthday party, my husband whispered to his mistress in French that he missed her. His voice was low, but I heard it all—the black lingerie, the bit about how pregnancy makes you more sensitive. His French clients around us were laughing. He turned and put his arm around me, claiming he was just helping his clients come up with sweet nothings.

He doesn't know I understand every single word. Just like he doesn't know that inside my body, I'm carrying his other surprise. And his mistress—she's pregnant too. Two wombs, one secret.

Confrontation would be too cheap. Tears are worthless. I quietly started cataloging the hidden networks my father left behind, activating the Swiss accounts.

In seven days, Zoey Smith will cease to exist. And what will my husband's reaction be?

My husband thinks I'm trying to destroy him. He's wrong. I'm dying to save him. I'm Persephone, and I have two secrets that are killing me: First—I've been covering up my drug-addicted husband's crimes for three years, watching Magnus hate me more with every lie I tell to protect him. Second—I have ALS. Two years to live, maybe less. But when his seductive ex-girlfriend returns promising a "cure" and I discover she's using him for lethal human experiments, I realize the most dangerous person in Magnus's life isn't me. It's the woman he trusts. Now I'm racing against my failing body and his growing paranoia to save the man who wishes I was dead. The irony? I'm about to grant his wish. Some love stories end with "till death do us part." Mine starts there...

I am Christina, a vampire noble who married the human Sebastian out of gratitude, only to discover his infidelity after our wedding.

When his lover Elise lay dying from poison, I heard him say coldly, "Some things are more important than love." He watched his beloved die to protect himself.

I was nothing more than a stepping stone for his climb into high society.

So I decided to turn and leave.

Unexpectedly, Sebastian finally choked out, "I'm sorry... I'm a coward..." But it was too late. The price of betrayal must be paid with life.

For three years, I've watched his routine so intently my eyes have calloused. Detective Nate Blackwood—the man who swore in court my parents "resisted arrest and assaulted officers"—became my only reason to keep breathing.

I approached him through his lost brother, crafting a gentle persona, manufacturing chance encounters, always with odorless, tasteless poison tucked away in my bag. But when he instinctively shielded me during the restaurant robbery, when the light in his eyes as he said "family is everything" made me falter—I panicked.

How could the man I've hated for three years make my heart race? In this revenge-driven charade, who's really falling into whose trap?