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.

of the fire,” he finally said.

A chill spread through me.

“Disappeared?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I know.”

I stared at him. “Was the baby alive?”

“We believed so.”

“We?”

“Your mother. Nora Bell. And me.”

My mother’s name hit the room like a second heartbeat I didn’t recognize. For my entire life, she had been ordinary in my memory—warm kitchens, folded continue reading …