My Husband's Perfect Murder

It was the third year of my marriage to Ethan Vance when he became the most devoted rising star in our city's medical field.

Everyone knew he'd sacrificed a chance to study abroad for his wife, who suffered from severe depression. He'd even built a state-of-the-art sterile medical suite in our home for her care.

Until that day, when I found a death certificate dated three days from now, hidden in a secret compartment in his study.

Cause of death: Severe depressive episode, overdose of sleeping pills.