The Widow's Guide to Killing a Husband (Again)

The Widow's Guide to Killing a Husband (Again)

Arthur Pendelton's plan was simple.

Fake his death. Escape his perfectly organized life. Start over somewhere warm with a new name and absolutely no spreadsheets.

Instead, three days after his own funeral, he discovers that his wife might be involved with armed criminals, secret organizations, and people who carry silencers for a living.

Now trapped behind a ridiculous fake identity, Arthur begins investigating the woman he thought he knew better than anyone.

The deeper he digs, the more impossible the truth becomes.

His wife isn't grieving.

His death wasn't the end of the story.

And Arthur Pendelton may not be the ordinary accountant he remembers being.

Caught between assassins, hidden conspiracies, missing memories, and a marriage built on dangerous secrets, Arthur must uncover who he really is before the people hunting him discover he's still alive.

Unfortunately, staying alive would be much easier if he weren't slowly falling in love with his own wife all over again.

A dark romantic comedy thriller filled with mystery, secret identities, conspiracy, action, emotional tension, and plot twists that change everything.
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"It reminds me of someone," I whispered. "Someone I lost."

"Your wife?"

"No," I said, looking her right in the eye. "The man in the photo. The Ghost. I... I think I knew him. Once."

Beatrix stared at me. Her eyes were glistening.

"He was a monster," she said. "He was a weapon. But he was... he was gentle with me. In the beginning. When he thought no one was watching."

She reached out and took my hand. She interlaced her fingers with mine.

"He made me feel safe," she whispered. "The whole world was terrified of him. But when I was with him, I wasn't scared of anything."

I squeezed her hand. "He sounds like a good man."

"He was a terrible man," she said, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But he was my man. And I killed him."

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