My Firefighter Husband Faked His Death and Married My Best Friend

Five years ago, my firefighter husband died saving me. Or so everyone said.

I swallowed bottles of sleeping pills out of guilt. Three times. I lost my family, my home, my mind. Then I walked into his baby's 100-day party — and he was alive. My best friend was the mother. They'd been planning it all along. Now they want me to forgive and forget. But I'm done being the victim. My doctor saw me at my worst and still chose me. He put a ring on my finger. And my dead husband? He can stay dead to me.