Buried Alive by My Own Family, Reborn as Their Nightmare

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One I died on a Tuesday. I woke up on a Thursday — inside my own coffin, listening to my husband laugh. My name was Brielle Ashford. My fingers scraped against satin lining in the dark, and the muffled sound of voices filtered through the wood above me. I couldn't breathe. My chest burned. My nails split against the lid. Then I heard him. "Finally," my husband Dominic said, his voice carrying the lightness of a man who had just been freed. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?" A woman giggled. I knew that giggle. I'd grown up hearing it. My sister, Vivienne. "Dom, keep your voice down. People are still outside." "Let them grieve. They're mourning a fool." My blood

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