The Billionaire’s Dead Wife

Savanna’s POV. “I think this is dirty,” I said as I held Aurora, my best friend's pink dress, and sniffed it. Her Chanel perfume hit me back. I couldn’t even describe if it was dirty or not. I stood in front of Aurora’s pink dressing mirror inside her pink room, sorting out her dirty clothes for laundry. Everything including Aurora’s pillow were pink, since pink was her favourite and only color that she admired. My long hair cascaded down my shoulder, and my blue eyes met my reflection in the mirror. I know Aurora wouldn't like it if she entered and saw me trying to wash her clothes, but the truth was that she deserved every good thing I was doing to her now. Washing her clothes is nothing compared to everything she has done for me. Should I talk about her accommodating me when I have nowhere to go? Even though her parents were against this, she made sure I felt free in her parents house without any disturbance. “Savanna.” I heard Aurora’s tiny voice calling me as she strode ins

Anderson’s POVAs I placed my hands on her body to feel her temperature, she opened her eyes, and those eyes met mine. But instead of her rare, red, piercing eyes, always staring at me when tying my tie, I saw green eyes staring straight at me.Confused. I blinked. Maybe the hospital lighting was playing tricks on me.“You heard what I just said, right?”“Your children are waiting for you at home,” I said coldly.Marrying Gabriella was one of my biggest regrets in life. I was just forced into the responsibility of being a husband, a duty I was never ready for with someone I don’t love. And now, she’s even moving weirdly.“My in-law,” her father said again.His voice alone irritates me. I detest standing with an irresponsible father-in-law who only thinks about money , status and power, he doesn’t care about the welfare of his children.I bet they don’t even know I pushed her off the staircase. And even if he does, he won’t say or do anything about it.“Money worshipper,” I muttered

Anderson’s POV“How could you do this?”My mother’s voice cracked through the silence like a whip. sharp and furious. I flinched, not from guilt, but from shock. I didn’t see this coming. I had covered my tracks. I’d erased the footage. I’d wiped it all clean. No one, not even my P.A., who happened to be my closest friend, knew I was the one who pushed Gabriella.So how the hell did my father get that video?“You see that?” my father’s voice followed, calm but poisonous. “He can’t even defend himself.”His stare was like ice, piercing through me as if I were nothing more than a stain he couldn’t scrub off his legacy.“You nearly killed that girl, Anderson.”The word killed echoed in my head, dark and heavy. I wanted to speak, wanted to explain, to lie, to twist the story into something less… monstrous, but the words refused to form. The pressure in the room was suffocating.“What made you do that?” my mother asked. Her voice was quieter now, laced with confusion, concern, and just a h