HOT COFFEE
"Sign it," Adrian said, pushing the divorce papers across the desk. His face was an unreadable mask of ice.In my past life, I signed them without a fight. I thought he hated me. Seven days later, he was dead.It was only at his funeral that the truth shattered my world. A box of unsent letters revealed that the cold, distant husband I resented had been silently tearing the world apart to protect me. He erased my debts. He destroyed my enemies. He had carried a photo of me in his wallet since before we even met.He loved me to the point of madness. And someone murdered him for it.When my investigation got me killed in a dark, twisted alley, I prayed for one more chance.The universe answered. I just opened my eyes three years in the past. It’s the exact morning of our divorce. The pen is in my hand. Adrian is alive, staring at me with those beautiful, guarded eyes, waiting for me to sign.This time, I’m ripping the papers to shreds. This time, I’m saving my husband—even if I have to burn down the entire city to do it.
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