When I took the fall for my husband's crime, I thought it was love. When I came home to find him in bed with my sister, I thought it was betrayal. When they drugged me, declared me dead, and lowered me into the ground, they thought it was the end. But they forgot one thing. The dead don't always stay dead. I clawed my way out of that grave. And now the woman they buried is coming for everything they stole. My freedom, my happiness, my right. They took it all. Now I'm taking it back. Piece by piece. Deal by deal. Scream by scream. I'll destroy his empire. I'll shatter her pride. I'll make them watch as everything they hold dear crumbles around them. And by the time I'm done with them? They'll be begging for the grave. Because I didn't crawl out of the earth to forgive. I crawled out to bring them straight back to hell.