My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 08

My Husband’s Other Self Loved Me Chapter 08

“If it’s convenient, please come to identify the body as soon

as possible.”

Malachi went rigid.

His lips turned white. He moved them for a long time before he finally forced out a sentence.

“Greer put you up to this, didn’t she?”

“How much did she pay you to tell such a ridiculous lie?”

“Put her on the phone. If she has something to say, she can soy it to me herself.”

The woman on the other end was silent for a beat.

“Mr. Holloway, no one would joke about something like this.”

“If you don’t believe me, come to the hospital and see for yourself. The body is in the morgue.”

The call ended.

The hand Malachi used to hold the phone began to tremble

uncontrollably.

He ran several red lights, reaching the hospital in record

time.

The moment the white sheet was lifted, something inside him

hollowed out.

After a fall from that height, the face was mangled beyond

recognition.

Malachi refused to believe it.

He grabbed the cold, lifeless hand, his voice a frantic denial.

“You think you can just find any corpse and fool me?”

“Greer was terrified of death. She would never kill herself.”

But in the next second, he froze.

On the ring finger of that hand was a tiny, faded scar.

She’d gotten it the first time she ever tried to cook for him, when she’d accidentally cut herself.