onLeave a Comment on I was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for my billionaire adoptive father’s death. As the guards prepared to take me away, my mother-in-law pretended to cry while my husband gently rested his hand on his pregnant mistress’s belly. They believed they’d stolen my freedom and gained control of a nearly $5 billion empire. I simply smiled and revealed one name: “Clara Thorne.” My husband’s expression changed instantly. Seconds later, the prosecutor shouted, “Stop the transfer!” But the secret surrounding his first wife’s disappearance five years earlier was only the beginning… 
“And where did she go after that argument, Silas?” I asked, leaning in until my breath fogged the polycarbonate.
Silas let out a low, breathless laugh that sounded like dry gravel tumbling down a well.
*”Everyone thinks Clara is in Lisbon, Eleanor. They think she’s painting watercolors by the Atlantic Ocean. But Clara never made it past the eastern tree line of that farm.”*
My heart slammed against my ribs with such violence I could hear the pulse in my ears.
