My Husband Wants Me Dead

After his first love–died, my husband spent the next ten years resenting me.

No matter what I did to win him over, he’d just sneer and say, “If you really want to make me happy, why don’t you just die!”

His words cut like a blade.

But the moment a truck came barreling toward me, it was Logan who leapt in front of it. He died right there in the street, lying in a pool of blood.

His final words haunted me: “If only… I’d never met you.”

At his funeral, his mother, Eleanor, broke down sobbing. “I should’ve let him be with Madison. I never should’ve forced him to marry you!”

His father, Charles, stared at me with nothing but hatred. “Logan saved your life three times. He was a good man–why wasn’t it you instead?”

Everyone regretted that Logan had married me. Even I did.

Overwhelmed by their accusations and my own guilt, I left the funeral, my heart heavy with shame.

Three years later, a breakthrough was announced: the Quantum Temporal Projector. A device capable of sending people back in time. And I knew exactly what I had to do.

This time, I would cut Logan out of my life completely. I’d make sure everyone got their happy ending–without me in it.