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.

body went still.

“My hand instinctively moved toward my stomach, as if remembering the shape of Lucas even now, though he was already born.

“Who was she?” I asked.

Richard exhaled slowly. “Elise Morgan. She worked in the estate archives. Quiet. Careful. Brilliant with details.”

“And the baby?”

He hesitated too long.

“Richard.”

“The child disappeared the night continue reading …