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My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 10 The thugs started crying out as the cops pressed them to the floor. “Dr. Drake! Help us! You told us to come here—” Lucian stepped forward. Held out his hand, blocking the officers. “Misunderstanding. It’s all a misunderstanding. I own this

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 09 After I finished yelling, Lucian went silent on the other end for a couple of seconds. But then he came back, impatient. “You’re out of your mind! I’ve told you a hundred times—the kids died because it was their time. No

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 08 The kids’ birthday came. I decorated the whole house. Balloons. Banners. Shield props. One whole wall covered in Avengers posters. It was their biggest wish—a Marvel-themed birthday party. They’d been asking for years. But Lucian shut it down every time. “What’s

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 07 Lucian couldn’t sit still anymore. He called. I picked up. His voice was pure fire now—not the cold anger from before. This was rage. “How long are you going to keep this up?! Do you have any idea how many surgeries

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 06 I stepped back. My throat was tightening. My skin was already itching. Red bumps were popping up on my hands. “Take it away. I’m allergic.” Mira’s wrist twisted. The plate tipped. Hot scrambled eggs and toast crumbs spilled all over her

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 05 She pressed her face into Lucian’s chest, tilted her head up, and grinned at him. “Dr. Drake, you’re so husband-material. God, I could get used to this.” Lucian pulled her off—a little rough, a little rushed. “Grow up. You’re not a

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 04 Before I could react, a new call came in. Unknown number. I picked up. It was Lucian. He launched into it immediately—no hello, no warning. “Are you out of your mind?! You know I’m up for full professor next month, right?!

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 03 I scrolled through the comments. Mira had replied to every single one that insulted me with a smiling cat emoji. Under Lucian’s “Don’t be scared” comment, she dropped a kissy face. Then the doorbell rang. Courier. He handed me a manila

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 02 Ten seconds. Lucian sent a question mark. I didn’t answer. He messaged again. [I’ll have the divorce papers sent over. If you want to make a scene, fine. We’re done.] I typed one word: [Fine.] The chat showed “Lucian is typing…”

My Husband Buried Our Kids. So I Buried His Legacy. Fair Trade. Chapter 01 My husband Lucian Drake is the best heart surgeon in the state. But he and his intern used the wrong anesthesia dosage, and KILLED our twin sons. His hand landed on my shoulder, “We can always have more.” Then he grabbed