A Moment of DifferenceChapter 1
After five years of wedded life, my health took a turn for the worse, eventually confining me to my bed.
As I lay there, on the brink of death, I saw my husband, John Black, who was often lauded for his devotion and love for his wife. He was barely able to contain his eagerness for me to pass, taking out his phone to speak to someone on the other end, "Sherry, our plan has come to fruition. After six long years, that wretched woman is finally gone. Once the formalities are settled, I'll inherit her estate. Then, our family of three can be reunited!"
Sherry? She was my best friend since childhood, whom I've known for over a decade!
He was so engrossed in his excitement that he didn't notice me closing my eyes in a mix of hatred and despair.
The next time I awoke, I found myself in the room I lived in before my marriage.
A knock on the door preceded Frank, my grandfather, entering. In my previous life, he had passed away from illness two years after my wedding.