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.

opened it.”

The phone rang.

We all froze.

Grant answered and put it on speaker.

Wind filled the line first.

Then Nora Bell’s voice.

“Emma,” she said urgently. “I don’t have time. Listen carefully.”

My grip tightened on the blanket.

“What is it?” I whispered.

Her breathing was uneven.

“The baby from Vale Harbor… didn’t disappear.”

My pulse stopped.

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