Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me, a cruel reminder of my last moments.

Just hours after giving birth, my stepsister, Emily, forced poison down my throat, her beautiful face twisted in a triumphant smirk.

My husband, Mark, stood by, his hands pinning me to the hospital bed, his eyes cold and indifferent as life drained from mine.

They told the world I died of childbirth complications; a tragic accident.

Emily and Mark built their perfect family on the foundation of my unmarked grave.

But then, a violent gasp jolted me awake.