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.

implication was clear.

“Your family,” I said.

Richard didn’t deny it.

A knock interrupted us.

I flinched. Pain shot through my ribs.

Richard immediately stepped between me and the door.

Detective Marisol Grant entered, holding a folder.

Her eyes moved from Richard to me, then to the letter in my hand.

“I have updates,” she said.

“No,” I replied. “You have timing.continue reading …