Dear Husband You Should Have Made Sure I Stayed Dead

ISLA RIVERS Where am I? I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the light burning through my eyelids. The air, it smelt like disinfectant and emptiness. “ You are awake” an unfamiliar voice said a few centimetres away. My lips moved but no words came out, only a croaky sound indicating how parched my throat was. “ Where am I?” I asked, my gaze restlessly searching for anything that looked similar to where I used to live. “ What happened?” I asked again, slowly reaching for my stomach. Empty. It felt empty, almost like the faint heartbeat I had felt a few days ago had vanished. I stared towards the man putting on white coat. A doctor. I could tell from his uniform. “You had food poisoning ma'am and worse still, you were involved in an accident, it's a miracle that you are still alive” the doctor said. My ears rang, a piercing sound that almost shattered my eardrums. Poisoning? Accident? Impossible. I tried to sit up but every inch of my body ached. Pain. Like something was tearing

ZAYNE Fuck. She shut her eyes. I reached for her neck, trying to feel a pulse but nothing was forthcoming. My hands on the steering wheel tightened as I increased the speed. I couldn't let her die. She was the only one on earth right now that could help me get what I wanted. The only one who would understand what needed to be done when broken enough. I reached for her neck again. A pulse, one so faint that it was fleeting. “ Follow my voice, listen to me” i tried to communicate. I was terrible at this. Terrible at coaxing. All I ever knew was control, dominate and win. Nothing else. I stopped at the private hospital, one I had immediately prepared the moment her husband signed off her death with a pretentious tear in his eyes. I had seen the satisfaction beneath the facade…the excitement.I was going to take it all away. Slam his head to his failure before finishing him off.I walked faster than I had ever walked my entire life. Ian sighted me and his expression darkened.“ I

ISLA The door burst open. Ian, breathing heavily. “The president Regent. He's here with the press. Presidential campaign” Blood drained from my face, my gaze falling on Zayne. He frowned.. “of all places…he chose a private hospital?” Ian shook his head repeatedly, “ that's not the problem. The patients in the lower floor….they want to speak with their president” he said and Zayne's fist clenched. Jaws ticking. “I told you to move them all!” He barked and Ian lowered his gaze. But barking and anger wouldn't get us out of this mess. I didn't want to meet him. I wasn't prepared to see the disappointment that might flash on his face when he sees that the wife he wanted dead was still alive and well. My hand trembled a bit. Think Isla, think. I paused. An idea.“ Let's leave through the main door” “ What?!” Ian screamed, his eyes wide with shock. Zayne didn't speak but his brows were raised. “ nurse outfit, nurse cap and mask. I'm just your personal nurse” I said in a hurry an

ISLAThe air smelled of rain and dust as I stepped out of the car. The streets of the capital were waking up, early commuters already bustling past us, unaware of the silent storm that was about to descend on their lives. I felt every eye, every camera flash in my mind’s eye, though no one could see me—not really. My nurse’s disguise was flawless: cap low, mask over my mouth, oversized coat cinched at the waist. Only Zayne knew the truth—that the woman in plain sight was Isla Rivers, alive and plotting.I followed him silently through the streets, my heels clicking faintly on the pavement. The city seemed oblivious to the chaos that had consumed my life, and in a strange way, that gave me focus. I had survived Samuel’s betrayal. I had survived death. And now, I was about to take the first steps toward undoing everything he had built.“You need to understand something, Isla,” Zayne’s voice cut through the quiet, firm and low. “Samuel has power. He has influence. He has the kind of loya

SAMUELThe world didn’t feel real.Everything was too sharp, too bright, too loud.The crowd at the hospital. The flashes. The whispers. The questions.He was alive.She was alive.Isla…alive.The name burned in my head.I should have killed her. I should have made sure she never woke up.And yet…here she was.Disguised. Covered. Playing nurse. Working for that…that Castellan. That devil.I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging sharply, thinking maybe the pain would make the madness stop.It didn’t.The memory of her funeral. Her pale face. The fake mourning. The way she had almost looked at me, almost seen through me, almost…laughed at me.I should have seen it coming. I always did.But I had been so sure. So arrogant. So…careless.Now, my empire was shaking.My advisors were useless. My allies, uncertain. And my wife…my wife was alive and working for the man who had always been the shadow in my plans.Zayne Castellan.The name burned like fire in my veins.I slammed my fist onto t