Murdered By My Loving Husband

I died right when my husband loved me the most.

He took me on a luxury cruise, making me feel like we were teenagers in love again.

But now, I am dead.

I am filled with a burning rage. Who the hell killed me?!

1.

"Quinn! How am I supposed to live without you!"

My husband, Arthur Wood, sat on the cruise deck wailing like a wounded animal.

Snot and tears smeared across his face, but he didn't seem to care as he collapsed onto the floor.

"Please, you have to find my wife! She's terrified o