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.

the letter again. My mother hadn’t written it blindly. She had written it knowing it might one day reach me.

“She found something,” I said.

“Yes. Something tied to sealed records—and a missing child.”

My attention flicked to the NICU monitor showing Lucas sleeping peacefully.

“What does Elise Morgan have to do with it?”

Richard lowered his voice.

“She had continue reading …