The Wrong Heart

The Wrong Heart

By Jennifer Hartmann

—PROLOGUE—

from:

Magnolia

to:

[email protected]

date:

Jul 7, 2020, 12:09 AM

subject:

Widowed & Wilting

You don’t know me, but you have my husband’s heart.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be contacting you. It’s wrong and foolish, and probably illegal, considering I received your e-mail address through confidential medical records.

You have every right to turn me in.

Hell, maybe there’s a part of me that wants you to. I don’t know how to live in this world without him, anyway. Prison could be a welcome distraction to the knee-buckling pain I’m faced with day after day.

But there’s also a part of me that hopes you won’t—a desperate, twisted part that is begging for you to find sympathy in that heart I’ve come to know so well.

A part that will wait for you to write me back.

No names. No personal details.

Just a conversation.

The only thing I have left of him is inside you.

— Magnolia

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