The night before I gave birth, I overheard my husband secretly offer the doctor $500,000 to make sure I died during delivery so he could start a new life with his five-month-pregnant mistress. I pretended to be asleep—but by the next day, his plan had completely backfired.

It was not his fault.

I took a breath.

“Sorry.”

“No need.”

“What else?”

Detective Reed hesitated.

“Dr. Hale says he began documenting Daniel after the second conversation.”

Laura leaned forward.

“He recorded him too?”

“Yes.”

My heart stopped.

“There’s another recording?”

“Several.”

For the first time that day, Daniel’s plan started collapsing faster than I could process.

“What’s on them?”

“Discussions about money.”

“Timing.”

“Your assets.”

“Your life insurance.”

I looked at Lily.

My vision blurred.

“And Vanessa?”

“Yes.”

My chest tightened.

“What about her?”

“Daniel apparently told Dr. Hale he intended to marry her after a suitable period.”

Ethan swore under his breath.

The detective continued.

“There’s also evidence your husband researched your corporate structure.”

Laura looked at me.

I knew exactly what that meant.

Daniel had not simply become greedy one night.

He had planned.

Studied.

Calculated.

Then something else occurred to me.

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