Dying Twice: My Husband Wants Me Dead
Chapter 1
My husband fell into a mountain of debt after being scammed. He got down on his knees, begging me to sleep with his creditor to clear his name.
"I’m your wife, Carter! And you’re asking me to sell my body?"
In my past life, when Carter first suggested this, I was so shocked and disgusted that I slapped him across the face and demanded a divorce.
But that very night, he drugged my drink. He carried me to Wyatt's bed with his own hands, where I was tortured to death.
Reborn into this life, I didn't slap him. Instead, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, sobbing.
"Oh, Carter... I'll do anything for you. Anything!"
Carter didn't have a college degree, but he had always seemed kind and honest.
That was exactly why I fell for him. He was gentle, attentive, and always put me first. I thought he was the perfect partner, even if he wasn't rich.
We had been together for three years. I never could have guessed those three years would end with him trying to trade my body.
Carter knelt on the hardwood floor, clutching my legs, tears streaming down his face.
"Babe, it's not like that. It's not selling you. Think of it as a temporary thing to save us. Just this once, please. Once Wyatt gets what he wants, he’ll wipe out the debt. We won't have to live in fear anymore..."
In my previous life, after I demanded a divorce, Carter cried and snot poured down his face as he begged for forgiveness. He swore he had just lost his mind for a second.
He promised he’d never say such disgusting things again and begged me not to leave him when he was at rock bottom.
Looking at our one-year-old baby, Leo, crying in his crib, my heart softened. I stayed.
But that soft heart paved my road to hell.
After Wyatt tortured me to death, Carter didn’t even shed a tear. He made a deal with Wyatt, and together they threw my body into an illegal dog-fighting ring to let the hounds destroy the evidence.
And Leo, my sweet little boy, was thrown into an industrial meat grinder by those two monsters, turned into nothing but a bloody mess.