My husband sent me to prison, blaming me for causing his mistress’s miscarriage—something I never did. He never visited or called to check on me. The day I get out of prison will be… the day he loses everything.
The prison gate opened at 8:03 on a rain-black morning, and my husband was already celebrating my disappearance at the company I had built. By sunset, he would understand that sending me away had not buried me—it had given me eighteen months to plan his funeral without a body. My name is Claire Mercer. Before…