At my grandmother's will reading, I watched my husband walk in holding hands with my best friend.
Three years of marriage. Three years of lies. Three years of being nothing but a pawn in their game for my grandmother's fortune.
On the day they thought they'd finally won—
My grandmother's face appeared on the screen:
"I saw everything."
One will. Six envelopes. Twenty-six years of secrets.
I thought this was just about money. I was wrong.
The man who murdered my parents.
The puppet master who orchestrated my marriage.
The nightmare I never knew existed.
"You think I left you money, Elise?"
"No. I left you the chance to take it all back."