Tethered Spirit: Bound To My Murderer Husband

My son was dying in my arms, and the man who should have been saving him was likely choosing an engagement ring for another woman.

I rushed Jeremy to the Emergency Room, his small body heavy and limp against my chest. But the person blocking the sliding doors wasn’t a doctor. It was Yvonne, my fiancé Benedict's new lover.

She looked at my desperate, rain-soaked face and sneered.

"Don't ruin my night with your drama," she hissed. "Benedict is busy."

She and her brother shoved me back onto the wet floor. My son died on the cold tiles of the entrance.