Chapter 1

My husband, Sean Sterling, pressed his face gently against Jessica Vance's belly.

She was wearing my maternity dress, sitting on the sofa I bought with my own money, living in the home that used to be mine.

I floated right above the crystal chandelier, watching them, completely bored.

Three years ago, I was pregnant with his child too.

Seven months along. The baby had just started kicking me.

But then, a thin steel wire was choked into my throat, and my baby bled out into nothingness before I even drew my last breath.

It was Jessica---his current, precious wife---who did it.

Sean had no idea.

He thought I was just a cold-hearted Mafia princess who ran off with millions. He thought I betrayed his partner. He thought I was evil incarnate.

I was kicked out of my own family for him. My brother Jayden went blind trying to save his life.

But Sean never believed me.

He only believed Jessica.

So, after I died, my soul became trapped by his side. It had been three years.

But today was a little different.

In the police interrogation room, a cold case had just been cracked open. Someone pointed at Jessica's name and called her the real traitor.

When Sean heard this, he squeezed the glass in his hand so hard it shattered.

Blood dripped from his palm, staining the interrogation table.

I counted the drops. Seven drops.

My baby was exactly seven months old when he died.

I wondered if it was just a coincidence, or if God had finally remembered me.