My husband's heartbeat in her vain

“He died with my name on his lips... and her perfume on his chest.”



Arianne thought death would end the betrayal. She was wrong.



Her husband is gone — buried in silence, mourned in pain. But the scent of another woman lingers in his shirts. Her lipstick stains the cup Arianne drinks from. And her voice? It echoes in voicemails he never deleted.



Every drawer hides a memory that doesn't belong to her. Every reflection shows a woman who lost a war she never knew she was fighting.



As Arianne unravels the quiet infidelity that stole her marriage, grief twists into obsession. What begins as mourning becomes investigation. What begins as sorrow becomes vengeance.



But what happens when the dead aren't done speaking?



And what if she — the other woman — was more than just a mistake?



She wasn’t just loved.



She was chosen.



This is not a love story. This is a haunting told from the side of the widow who refused to die with him.