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.

don’t leave me.”

The storm roared on, snow slowly burying me as each breath burned colder than the last. I wasn’t thinking about myself anymore.

I was fighting for my son.

Then I heard voices above the wind.

Michael hadn’t left.

He was still there—with **Ashley**, his so-called executive assistant.

“Is she dead?” Ashley asked impatiently.

Michael let out continue reading …