Hey Babe, Do You Still Love Me? novel Chapter 7

Tears welled up in Joey’s eyes. He stormed into the morgue, a broken man.

Our baby was lying beside me.

I caressed his tiny cheek.

I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy couldn’t protect you.

Joey reached for us, ignoring the stench of death.

“Joey! Snap out of it!” Nash and a few other officers rushed in, pulling him away.

“That’s my wife! My son! Let me go!” he roared, swinging at Nash.

It was the first time he’d ever called me his wife.

But I wasn't his wife anymore.

I was dead.

I thought he’d be happy.

He’d told me countless times that if I died, I should stay dead.

Nash entered, his face twisting with discomfort as he saw them.

“Joey, we have a lead in the case.”

Joey returned to the precinct, his demeanor cold, professional. It was hard to believe his own wife was the victim.

I smiled bitterly.

This was the real Joey.

My death must have been a relief.