“You will always live in my dead wife’s shadow. I will never love you.” Those were my husband’s first words to me on our wedding day. Not I love you. Not welcome home. Just a cold promise I would spend the rest of my life paying for a crime I didn’t commit. And the worst part? He was right. I was deaf. Fat. Broken. Betrayed by everyone I had ever trusted. By the time Alexander Miller walked into my life, there wasn’t much of me left to destroy. I thought marrying him would give me stability, a fresh start. I didn’t know it would trap me in a house filled with a dead woman’s memories. Every time he touched me, he felt her. Even when he was buried deep inside me, he whispered her name like I was just a substitute for the wife he lost. All because I had her face. And he believed I had taken her life. He made sure I paid for it every single day. And when he finally learned the truth… I was already dead.