Nine months pregnant, I was pushed from an icy cliff by the husband who wanted my $50 million life insurance payout. Now he stands at the funeral they believe is mine, smiling beside his secret lover like he has already won. They think I’m gone… but I’m still alive, barely holding on, and coming back to make him pay.

The terrifying wail of the facility's perimeter breach alarm instantly shattered the quiet peace of the underground clinic.

Julian kicked the heavy metal door of my recovery room shut and engaged the reinforced steel deadbolt.

He pulled a heavy tactical assault rifle from a hidden compartment in the wall and tossed me a loaded handgun.

I clutched my newborn son tightly to my chest with one arm, my other hand trembling violently around the grip of the pistol.

Heavy, militarized footsteps pounded down the concrete hallway outside, accompanied by the deafening sound of gunfire.

The mercenaries were executing the medical staff, leaving no witnesses alive in their desperate hunt for us.

Julian ordered me to follow him closely as he pressed a hidden button that opened a narrow escape chute in the floor.

We slid down into the damp, freezing maintenance tunnels running beneath the snowy mountain landscape.

The echo of heavy boots followed us closely, meaning the mercenaries had already found the hidden access panel.

We sprinted through the darkness, the cold air burning my lungs as I desperately shielded my baby from the freezing temperatures.

We finally reached a heavy iron grate leading out into the dark, snow-covered forest where Julian had hidden a getaway vehicle.

As Julian pushed the grate open, a heavily armed mercenary stepped out of the shadows and leveled a shotgun directly at my chest.

Julian did not hesitate for a fraction of a second, firing three precise shots that dropped the attacker instantly into the snow.

We scrambled out of the tunnel, but Julian stopped to search the dying man's tactical vest for any communication devices.

He pulled out a rugged satellite radio and held it to the dying mercenary's ear, demanding to know who authorized the hit.

When my newborn 'passed away,' my mother-in-law leaned in and said

My Husband Left Me Alone in My Car While I Was in Labor

“You’re Dead When We Get Home,” He Snapped

The mercenary coughed up blood, smiled a wicked smile, and whispered that we were entirely wrong about the fifty million dollars.

He used his final breath to reveal that Michael was completely broke, and the person actually paying them was Ashley.

Chapter 5 - The Midnight Breach