My Husband Wanted Me Dead
The New Year's Day had barely started when my usually unromantic husband, Everett Grant, surprised me by booking a tour for me.
The moment I settled into the bus, however, a line of text suddenly drifted across my vision.
[Poor Tina! Her jerk husband booked a one-dollar tour for her, and then turns around and drops ten grand taking his mistress overseas.]
I froze, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me, and kept chatting with the woman beside me as if nothing had happened.
Then the messages showed up again.
[Seriously? Tina's still smiling like an idiot. She has no idea this tour is really a trafficking ring. Once they get her to the island, she's done for!]
[Oh, no! The bus leaves in three minutes. Is Tina actually gonna die like this? That's such a miserable way to go!]
The bus had been quiet until the tour guide suddenly spoke up.
"We'll be departing shortly. It's about an hour's ride. After that, we'll transfer to a boat to reach the island."