The Wife They Buried: Now Watch Her Rise

My experimental cure for a degenerative neurological disease had a bizarre requirement: "positive emotional resonance."

Love was a luxury my family never afforded me.

My twin Jessica, my parents David and Linda, and even my husband Mark, bled me dry, taking credit for my genius.

The Phoenix Foundation announced my therapy was failing: seven days until my death.

Still, they demanded more.

Parents needed me to fix Jessica's buggy app for a funding round.

Mark required elaborate legal strategies for his career.

My talent, always theirs.