I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband
I was possessed by a 19+ romance novel. And I was in the body of Judith Harrington, who was forced into marriage after being sold off to pay off gambling debts. My husband died on our wedding day, and the family is left in debt. …Well, it was okay. The mansion I inherited is rumored to be cursed and can’t be sold. …I could understand that. ‘I’m not the kind of person who would be frightened by this, I’m the kind of person who’s been through a dogfight and a possession.’ I vowed to make a business and live my life in the South this time. But… It’s not fair that my husband’s body doesn’t rot! “What have you done to me?” My husband’s dark green eyes swept over my naked body. An incomprehensible voice the frozen silence. “I can’t believe we were doing that.” My husband had come back to life. A character in 19+ novels, with a very naughty misunderstanding. *** “You’re smiling.” To another man with her husband by her side? Erne was incredulous and covered Judith’s eyes. “You’re having an affair.” “It’s not an affair because we made eye contact.” A snorting Judith yanked Erne’s hand away. “And how is this an affair, I’m widowed on my wedding day.” Judith stuck her tongue out to him and stalked back into the store. I was just kidding when I covered her eyes earlier. Judith’s comment that it’s okay to laugh at her because she’s widowed must be a joke. I know, I know for sure. “…I feel bad.” Why is it so dirty?
