My Dead Wife Came Back Novel – Back in school, Veronica Kennedy bullied her classmate, Rebekah Shepard. When the two were kidnapped, Rebekah’s four brothers and her husband, Maurice Guerrero, chose to save Veronica. To save Veronica, Rebekah had to go through hell. On the second day, Jensen Kennedy let the kidnappers break her arms. By the third, Israel Kennedy agreed to have her injected with agonizing poison.
And on the fourth, Gordon Kennedy allowed them to break her legs. All the while, Rebekah was four months pregnant. As the pain consumed her, her family finally arrived. But her beloved pushed her off the building to save Veronica. She died, her face mangled beyond recognition. At last, her suffering was over. But in the next second, something yanked her back to life. Rebekah screamed, reaching out desperately for something to hold on to. Her hands met only air. “Rebekah, stop faking it and get up.
How could you be so vicious, hurting Veronica with this whole kidnapping? You’re done for!” The cold voice came from above. Her eyes snapped open, staring blankly at the handsome man in front of her—Maurice. Anger surged within her. “Why is he here? I just saw him die. How did his ghost haunt me so fast?” she thought. “Rebekah, you vicious woman! You hired people to kidnap Veronica? I can’t believe I married a monster.
Drop the act. Get up and sign these divorce papers. Now! “I’m letting you off easy because you took care of me for two years. We’re over,” Maurice said. “Divorce?” Still dazed, Rebekah stared at his furious face. She scanned the room and found it so familiar. Then reality hit her. She was back at Veronica’s birthday party, three years ago. But this time, she remembered everything from her previous life. Back then, Veronica had framed her, accusing her of planning the kidnapping.
So Maurice divorced her, and the Kennedy family disowned her. It was the start of everything that led to her death. Just as she pieced it all together, an angry voice broke through her thoughts. “Rebekah, you’re really cruel. In front of everyone here, I’m cutting you off. You’re out of the Kennedy family. Take the papers and sign.” Rebekah turned to her enraged father, Malaki Kennedy, holding out the severance papers.
Her eyes moved to the rest of the family—Veronica, breathless from her fake sobs, her mother with a spiteful look, and all her brothers glaring at her. Love or care from them was too much to expect. With a bitter smile, Rebekah turned back to Malaki and said, “Fine. I’ll sign.”