Married for Three Years, He Tried to Steal Everything From MeChapter 1

On the eve of our third wedding anniversary, my husband, Darwin Herrera, was killed in an unexpected explosion.

I was caught in the blast as well—left crippled—and our unborn child was lost in the chaos.

Shrouded in a black veil at Darwin’s funeral, I was so overcome with grief that I nearly collapsed more than once.

But that very night, when I returned to the hospital, I overheard his childhood sweetheart, Sydney Newman, speaking in hushed tones to someone.

"The plan was to have Nadine die in the blast with you. But now that she's still alive, we won't get the insurance payout!"

Then, a voice I thought I'd never hear again—Darwin's—cut in smoothly.

"Don't worry. I'm now Terrence, Darwin's elder brother. I've already prepared the will. All the company shares will be transferred under Terrence's name."

"But... what if Nadine finds out you're still alive?"

I heard the faint hiss of a cigarette, then his confident reply.

"That's impossible. Two weeks from now, you'll take her to the cemetery I've chosen. Make it look like she fell off a cliff. No one will suspect a thing."

I bit down so hard on my lips I tasted blood.