The Ghost Wife

Daphne’s POV

The silence in the Lancaster estate wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, like the air before a terminal storm. I sat at the edge of the sprawling king-sized bed in the East Wing, my fingers digging into the duvet. The fabric was cold. It was always cold.

Across the hallway, through two sets of soundproofed doors, was the West Wing—Kaelen’s territory. My husband’s territory. A place I was fo