Chapter 3 - The Hidden Agenda
I held my breath, terrified that any sound would give me away.
Garrett threw the crowbar onto the floor in utter frustration.
"I spent two entire years pretending to love that pathetic woman," Garrett snarled.
"I am not leaving this house without the fifty million dollars in that offshore trust."
Evelyn slapped him hard across the face.
"Keep your voice down, you reckless fool," she ordered.
"If Clara's father's old associates find out we killed him, we are both dead."
My heart stopped completely.
My father hadn't died of a sudden heart attack like the doctors claimed.
This monster of a mother-in-law had murdered him.
My marriage, my romance, and my entire life with Garrett had been a calculated lie.
I stepped backward, desperate to run to the police.
But my heel caught the edge of a heavy ceramic vase sitting in the hallway.
The vase tipped over and shattered loudly against the hardwood floor.
The voices inside the study stopped instantly.
"Well, well, well," Garrett called out smoothly.
May you like
The study door swung wide open.
Garrett stood there, pointing a suppressed black pistol directly at my chest.
