Wife's Betrayal: Son's Heart, Father's Rage

d a cold, clear purpose. He photographed every page of Olivia's diary, capturing the years of

diary, his horror mounti

' s medical history is a sign of my devotion. He doesn' t realize I' m just confirming that there are no g

h, his parents, his grandparents-it was never about love or building a life together. It was a c

ade his blood run cold. It was

tch for Lily. It feels like fate. Now, all we have to do is wait. We have to let him grow. A heart from an infant is too small. The doctors say six y

ye

breath, a clock had been ticking down to the day of his execution. Every birthday cake, eve

a. This wasn' t a crime of passion or a desperate act. It was a long-con, a meti

folders hidden within folders, full of financial records. Records of huge, untraceable payments to offshore accounts. Payments to a "consultant" who spe

chime of the elevator in t

the study, pulling the door shut just as he heard her heels clicking on the marble floor. He raced back to his room, the wheels of his chair see

he was carrying a small bouquet of his favorite flowers,

nt?" he asked, his voi

or the first time that day. "Lily is responding beautiful

Ethan thought bitte

ing his pillows. She was a master of her craft, her performance flawles

anced at the screen, and a small, private smile touched her lips. She thought

stigator he' d hired a week ago look into Mark' s full name, which he' d found in the diary:

vered over the sc

picture of Mark, smiling, with the caption: "Feeling ble

eply from a private, anonymous account:

too perfect. The sentiment

angles that obscured her face, but he recognized her clothes, her jewelry, the curve of her smile. They were a fam

inty settling in his soul. He had the proo

r family was powerful. He needed more than just a diary and some photos.

d let her think she was in control. And when the time was right, he would pull