Fifteen Years: His Turn To Play

y dead wife-laughing in a car I paid for, next to a man who was supposed to be her childhood friend, Ryan. And their son, a boy who looked nothing like me but exactly like him. The final mem

wasn't

of Manhattan I saw every day. The air conditioning hummed, a familiar, expensive sound. My suit was perfectly tailored, my

It was my assistant, he

or you. He sounds hysterical. He says it'

arted my downfall. The "last-minute adventurous hike" in the Catskills. Th

ith terror for the woman I loved and our unborn child. I used every ounce of my power and

ounding not with fear, bu

m I can't be disturbed for at least an hour. Get the d

.. he said it's

rth nine figures to the firm. Handle it."

played their game, and I had lost everything. Now, it'

'd ruin my life for it. You took fifteen year

hat you deserve. You'll get your t