My husband, Special Forces Captain Galen Hickson, came back from his last mission in a coma. A few days later, he was declared brain-dead.

In my first life, I never left his side. I fought to keep him on life support, right up until the day he woke up, shoved me down a flight of stairs, and killed me.

In my second life, I knew better. I put in for a military transfer, but on my way out of town, he plowed his car head-on into mine.

As I lay bleeding out in the wreckage, I asked him why. He just looked at me, his face twisted in disgust. “Your father is a general, and he forced Rosa and me apart,” he told me. “That’s on you. The only way Rosa and I get to be together—while I keep my perks as the general’s son-in-law—is if you’re out of the picture.”