I Held My Own Funeral and Came Back to Kill Him Chapter 01

I Held My Own Funeral and Came Back to Kill Him Chapter 01

My husband was kidnapped. The kidnappers did not want ransom. They wanted me to hold a funeral for myself.

To save him, I did exactly that.

The day the funeral ended, my husband came home.

That was when my nightmare began.

He went at me like a madman, beating me while I was pregnant.

I cried and begged for mercy, asking him why.

He said nothing. He just kept kicking me in the stomach over and over until I started bleeding.

I watched my fully formed baby hit the floor right in front of me.

In that moment, the physical pain and the sheer horror of it knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up, I was lying beside a cremation furnace.

My husband leaned in close, his face twisted and terrifying.

“From the day you held that funeral, you were as good as dead.”

The second I realized he was about to shove me into the furnace, I fought with everything I had and begged him to stop.

His face only grew more warped, more monstrous.

“You don’t deserve to carry my child. Sienna is the only one who deserves to be the mother of my child.”

“A filthy bitch like you belongs in hell.”

In the next instant, the flames swallowed me whole. I was in agony, and I was drowning in despair.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment I got the kidnappers’ call.

***

“Your husband is with us. If you want him alive…”

That phone call was all the proof I needed. I really had come back.

Hatred surged through me. I had just opened my mouth, ready to tell them to kill him, when a cold sweat broke out all over my body.

In my last life, Julian Carter had staged his own kidnapping and forced me to hold a fake funeral so everyone would believe I was dead.

Then he came back and tortured me to death.

It had all been planned.

He had meant to kill me and put Sienna Parker in my place.

If I told them to go ahead and kill him, Julian would very likely have a backup plan waiting for me.

He had more than enough power and ruthlessness to pull it off.

“Mrs. Carter, did you hear what I said or not?”

The kidnapper’s voice yanked me back to reality. I answered him the same way I had in my last life and played along.

Even after I hung up, my heart was still pounding wildly.

I agreed to hold a funeral for myself, and that bought me time to run.

Whatever else I could skimp on, getting away would take cash.

I packed up every piece of jewelry and every luxury watch in the house, then booked the earliest international flight I could get.

I had to disappear somewhere Julian would never find me. After that, I could figure out my next move.

As for calling the police, I never seriously considered it.

If I went to the cops, all Julian had to do was tell them it had been a prank, and no one would be able to touch him.

Worse, he could keep himself completely out of it and have some disposable lackey take the blame for the call.

So the best option right now was to run.

Once I had everything valuable and easy to carry packed up, I opened the front door.

The moment I did, I froze.

Julian was standing outside, his eyes cold.

“Mrs. Carter, you didn’t do what you were told on the phone. So where exactly were you planning to go?”

With a voice changer distorting his voice, Julian stood there like a nightmare made real.