Chapter 1: The Wife They Tried to Bury
I tightened my arms around Grace as my mother stumbled backward into a chair.
“You told me my wife was dead,” I repeated, my voice so low that the guests nearest me fell silent.
“You put her in a coffin. You invited people to watch me bury her. And now you want to explain?””
Grace trembled against my chest. Her lips had turned almost blue, and every breath sounded like it scraped its way out of her lungs.
“Marcus,” she whispered.
“The baby.””
“I know, sweetheart. I know.””
I pressed one hand gently against her stomach, terrified of what I might feel.
There was nothing.
No movement. No reassuring warmth beneath the white dress. Just her trembling body and the cold realization that I had nearly lost both of them while my own family stood around a coffin.
“Somebody get a blanket!”” I shouted.
A woman near the doorway hurried forward and wrapped her shawl around Grace's shoulders.
Daniel reached the front door.
“I'm leaving,” he announced.
I turned my head.
He had one hand on the brass handle and the other shoved into his pocket. His expensive black shoes were planted on the marble floor, and his crooked tie hung loosely against his shirt.
For the first time since I had entered the house, he looked genuinely afraid.
“Daniel,” I said.
“Don't you dare move.””
He glanced toward the guests.
“Marcus, think carefully about what you're doing. You're hysterical. Your wife has clearly suffered some kind of trauma, and you're making accusations without knowing the facts.””
Grace suddenly grabbed my wrist.
Her fingernails dug into my skin.
“Don't let him go.””
Three words.
Three words that transformed my confusion into something colder.
I shifted Grace carefully into the arms of a woman who had identified herself as a nurse. Then I stood between my brother and the front door.
“You heard my wife,” I said.
Daniel gave a short, humorless laugh.
“She's been locked in a coffin. She's not thinking clearly.””
“Then you won't mind staying until the police arrive.””
His jaw tightened.
“You can't detain me.””
“No. But you can explain to the police why my pregnant wife was tied up inside a coffin at her own funeral.””
Daniel lunged for the door.
I caught his jacket and slammed him against the wall.
A collective gasp swept through the room.
“Marcus!”” my mother screamed.
“Let your brother go!””
I held Daniel by the collar.
“Tell me what happened to her.””
He shoved at my chest.
“I don't know!””
“Who put her in that coffin?””
“I said I don't know!””
Grace made a strangled sound behind me.
I released Daniel and turned immediately.
She was struggling to sit upright, her eyes fixed on the hallway beyond the living room.
“No,” she whispered.
“Grace?””
She shook her head frantically.
“Don't let her take me back.””
I followed her gaze.
My mother stood beside the overturned chair, one hand gripping its back. The pearls around her neck trembled as she breathed.
“Grace, darling,” Margaret said, forcing a gentle smile onto her face.
“You're frightened and confused. Let me help you.””
Grace recoiled so violently that the nurse had to catch her shoulders.
“DON'T TOUCH ME!””
The scream echoed beneath the chandeliers.
My mother stopped moving.
I had known Grace for six years. I had seen her furious, heartbroken, exhausted, and so happy she couldn't stop laughing.
I had never seen her look at another human being the way she looked at Margaret.
As if my mother were a monster wearing a familiar face.
I knelt beside my wife.
“Sweetheart, look at me. You're safe. I'm right here.””
Grace caught my hand and pressed it against her cheek.
“Promise me.””
“I promise.””
“They said you were never coming back.””
My stomach tightened.
“Who said that?””
She looked over my shoulder.
“Your mother.””
Margaret's face went white.
Before I could ask another question, the nurse shouted for someone to open the front doors. A guest had finally called emergency services, and the first ambulance was pulling into the driveway.
I lifted Grace into my arms.
As I carried her toward the entrance, she whispered something against my neck.
“They told me you had chosen them.””
I stopped.
“What?””
“They said you knew everything.””
I stared down at her.
“Grace, I swear to you, I knew nothing.””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Then why did you sign it?””
“Sign what?””
She opened her mouth to answer.
Then her body went rigid.
A sharp cry escaped her lips, and she clutched her stomach.
“Marcus!””
The nurse hurried toward us.
“Put her down carefully. Now!””
I lowered Grace onto the couch nearest the entrance. Her face contorted in pain, and a dark stain began spreading across the white fabric beneath her.
For one terrible second, the entire room seemed to stop breathing.
Then everyone moved at once.
The nurse pressed a folded towel against Grace's legs while shouting for the paramedics. Someone brought another blanket. A guest stumbled over a fallen candleholder.
I dropped to my knees beside the couch.
“Grace, stay with me.””
She gripped my hand.
“Don't let them take my baby.””
“They won't.””
“You can't promise that.””
“I can promise I'll fight with everything I have.””
Her eyes searched mine, desperate for something solid to hold on to.
Then the paramedics rushed through the doorway.
One examined her breathing while another checked her pulse and asked how far along she was.
“Eleven weeks,” I answered.
“She's eleven weeks pregnant.””
The paramedic looked at me sharply.
“Was she restrained?””
I glanced toward the broken coffin.
“Her wrists and ankles were tied. Her mouth was covered.””
He exchanged a look with his colleague.
“We need to move. Now.””
They transferred Grace onto a stretcher. I climbed into the ambulance beside her, refusing to release her hand until the paramedic told me I had to move so they could secure the equipment.
As the doors closed, I caught one final glimpse of my mother standing beneath the chandelier.
She wasn't crying anymore.
She was staring at the broken coffin.
And Daniel was nowhere to be seen.
The ambulance pulled away from the mansion.
Grace's fingers tightened around mine.
“Marcus?””
“I'm here.””
“There's something you need to know.””
Her voice was barely audible above the siren.
“What is it, sweetheart?””
She swallowed painfully.
“The accident wasn't an accident.””
My blood turned cold.
“What are you talking about?””
“Your brother was driving.””
I leaned closer.
“Daniel was driving the car?””
She nodded, tears slipping into her hair.
“He ran me off the road. Then your mother came.””
“Why?””
Grace closed her eyes.
“Because they wanted the baby.””
The paramedic asked me to move aside as Grace began crying out in pain.
I stumbled back, staring at her.
My mother had told me my wife was dead.
My brother had tried to escape the house.
And now Grace was telling me that the child we had celebrated only six days earlier was the reason they had tried to bury her alive.
The ambulance raced toward the hospital.
I looked at my wedding ring, then at the woman fighting for her life on the stretcher.
For years, I had believed my family was the one thing I could always trust.
By the time we reached the emergency department, I knew better.
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But I still had no idea how deep their betrayal went.
And I had no idea that the signature Grace had mentioned would soon threaten to destroy everything I owned.
