PART 1: THE CONVERSATION I WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO HEAR
On the third afternoon of my honeymoon, I heard my husband tell his parents that he would throw me into the ocean before midnight and collect my $300 million fortune.
I was standing barefoot on the staircase of our luxury yacht, struggling to remain conscious, when Flynn calmly explained how he intended to make my death look accidental.
Then my mother-in-law asked about my parents, and his answer revealed something far more terrifying than a murder plot against me.
My name is Evelyn Sterling, and until that afternoon, I believed I had married the kindest man I had ever known.
Our wedding had taken place just four days earlier, beneath thousands of white roses at my father’s waterfront estate in Florida.
Flynn had cried during our vows, held my trembling hands, and promised that he would protect me for the rest of our lives.
