The night I heard my husband discussing the best place to throw me overboard, I was supposed to be unconscious in our honeymoon suite. “By sunrise, everyone will think the storm took her,” Lucas told his father below my balcony while three hundred million dollars waited in accounts bearing my name. I pressed my shaking hand over my mouth, started recording, and understood something far worse than murder: the man I had married had been planning my disappearance since before he proposed.
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