At the door stood a woman in a pastel pink dress, her top draped with a white Chanel-style jacket. Her wavy brown hair tumbled down her shoulders, lips glossed in a shiny pink. She looked like she'd stepped out of some glamorous magazine shoot.
My heart skipped a beat.
Chloe Bennett.
The one person I could never forget—not even in death. Psycho in heels.
Always dressed in the pinkest pink, painted nails to match, with the sharpest claws underneath. Sweet on the outside, venomous through and through.
In my last life, she didn’t show up at Ronald Wright’s company until three years after we married. I wouldn’t have guessed I’d run into her in a hospital this time around.
Chloe’s brows arched as her surprised eyes locked onto me, quickly morphing into a frown. “Seriously? J
