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

PART 2

Adrian Cross noticed the change in my face. His eyes narrowed slightly, not in suspicion, but in recognition. Perhaps he understood that a woman who had been left to disappear beneath the snow did not need to be told what betrayal meant. Perhaps he understood because betrayal had been written into his own life long before I was born.

“You need to rest,” he said.

His voice was low, carefully controlled, as if too much feeling might crack something open in him.