The House That Rejected Me

For ten years I was the perfect wife — and then my own home began to hate me. The locks shut me out. The stove wouldn't light. Boiling water scalded my hand; the sofa collapsed and shattered my leg. Everyone insisted I was imagining it, and I died believing the house was cursed. But I woke up again on our tenth anniversary, alive. This time I'll uncover the truth behind the "haunting" — and the man who built it. They wanted to scare me into an early grave. They have no idea what's coming.