My name is Lisa Morgan, and I was a real estate agent in Austin, Texas.
Three days ago, I died at my own desk—working on client files for my husband Mark until my heart simply stopped beating.
When my soul awakened, I thought the most painful thing would be seeing my own cold body sprawled across those Henderson Ranch portfolios.
Until I saw Mark passionately kissing our young assistant, Jessica Blair.
Until I heard him introduce her as his "angel investor," claiming her $150,000 had saved the company from bankruptcy.
That was my money. Every last penny I'd sacrificed—my savings, my retirement fund, years of client commissions—all of it liquidated to save his failing business.
Years of marriage, a lifetime of savings, an unborn child, even my grandmother's heirloom brooch—Jessica intended to claim every last piece for herself.

When the truth spreads like wildfire through Texas business circles, when my former clients rise as one to seek justice for me, when Mark finally understands what he has destroyed with his own hands—

It's already too late.

When you have true love, cherish it. Because once it's lost, no amount of tears can bring it back.

Whispers of the Departed: Consumed by Betrayal


Westlake Methodist Church was packed. White roses and lilies filled the Gothic sanctuary as Texas high society gathered for my funeral.
Oil barons, ranch owners, tech entrepreneurs—all clients I'd spent years serving. They came not for Mark, but for me.
I floated above, watching Mark fidget in t...

Chapter 7