My Husband Wants Me to Carry the Dead Woman's Child

Married for three years and my husband had never once touched me. I assumed he was impotent. Out of respect for his dignity, I kept quiet, living like a widow in my own marriage. Until the day I discovered what he was hiding in the basement: the corpse of his first love. He gently stroked the matted strands of her decaying hair, his face full of longing. “Macey, no one could ever replace you. I know your biggest wish, when you were alive, was to have my child.” “That’s why, until you carry our baby, Anna won’t be allowed to get pregnant.” That night, I logged into one of the forums my husband frequented and posted anonymously: [Guys, I think I found a way to get a dead woman pregnant.]