The Heir Trap
In the end, he turned it on me, saying I was the reason we couldn't get pregnant.
Now, that lie worked in my favor. It bought me time.
I was still thinking about it when my phone rang.
"You're Malcolm's wife, right? I was the one with him the day he died."
"What do you want?" I kept my voice even.
"He still owes me money. Eight hundred. You're his wife, you should pay for it."
I almost laughed.
My husband died in another woman's bed. Not only did I have to handle his funeral, but now, I had to settle his bill.