Second Chance At A Loveless Marriage

The antiseptic smell of my deathbed couldn't mask the stench of betrayal.

My wife, Emily, played the grieving spouse, her tears a performance, her whispers to her lover, Daniel, charting my demise.

"He's not going to make it through the night. I'll be free soon, my love."

That name, Daniel Sterling, a family friend I admired, shattered my world faster than my failing heart.

My final sight was Emily's beautiful, lying face, cold and irritated by my inconvenient death.

Then, blinding light. I gasped, sucking in real air, not in a hospital, but my old bedroom, decades younger, strong…