He shoved his nine-month-pregnant wife off an icy cliff just to pocket a $50 million life insurance policy. Today, at the funeral they think is mine, he’s standing with his secret lover, smirking like a winner. They think I’m dead… but they have no clue I’m still clinging to life, fighting my way back for revenge.

to shift with that name.

When he finally opened them again, his posture had changed—less controlled, more burdened, as if something long carried had finally started to break him.

I lowered the letter. “What baby?”

He sat down slowly at the edge of my bed, hands tightly clasped.

“Your mother wasn’t the only pregnant woman at Vale Harbor,” he said.

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