My husband shoved me off an icy cliff while I was nine months pregnant because he thought my life was worth less than a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout. - usnews

His expression shifted as he listened.

Marianne watched him closely.

“What is it?” I asked.

Adrian ended the call without saying goodbye.

“That was my investigator in Denver,” he said. “Victor just filed a petition in probate court.”

“For what?”

Adrian’s eyes met mine.

“To be appointed sole administrator of your estate and guardian of all interests belonging to your unborn child.”

“But he thinks Julian is dead,” I said.

Marianne stood slowly. “Apparently, in court filings, he is no longer certain.”

The room seemed to tilt around me.

Adrian’s voice was controlled, but only barely. “Victor is claiming new medical information suggests the child may have survived the fall long enough to trigger inheritance rights under the Hale family trust.”

I stared at him, unable to speak.

Marianne picked up the evidence sleeve containing the memorial program.

He knew about the baby before you did.

The words blurred.

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