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.

clearly did.”

Grant opened her folder and placed a photo on my blanket.

Michael stood at a private airfield.

Beside him was Arthur Voss.

And behind them—

Nora Bell.

Holding something against her chest.

A blue notebook.

My stomach dropped.

“That’s my mother’s ledger,” Richard said.

Grant nodded. “We believe so.”

Richard stared at the image. “Then they’ve already continue reading …