Inheriting His Empire

On a desolate stretch of Route 2, I lay hemorrhaging in the dark while my husband—the city’s most celebrated surgeon—watched me die. He didn’t reach for his medical kit; he reached for the phone to answer his mistress’s call. He dragged me from the car, left me for dead in the rain, and waited for an eight-million-dollar life insurance policy to clear. But I didn’t stop breathing. Saved by a man I haven’t seen in years and fueled by a cold, sharpened rage, I’m coming back for everything Marcus Hale took from me. He wanted a tragedy; I’m going to give him a reckoning.