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 c...

Before I died, I was nothing more than a burden to my wealthy family and a “training prop” to my violent husband. One night, he ended my life with rope and brutality, then stuffed my body into a punching bag—hanging it in our home like a trophy. Three days later, my family finally stepped into the mansion—not to save me, but to confront me about my “disappearance.” It wasn’t until my three-year-old’s trembling finger pointed at the bag that the truth exploded. Can my spirit ever find peace? And ...