He pushed his nine-month-pregnant wife off a cliff for a $50 million payout—now he’s standing at her funeral, unaware she’s still alive and coming back for everything

ribs.

Richard immediately moved in front of me, blocking the door.

Detective Marisol Grant entered, a folder in her hand.

Her gaze moved from Richard to me, then to the letter I was holding.

“I have updates,” she said.

“No,” I replied. “You have timing.”

She closed the door behind her. “Michael Carter is missing.”

The words landed hard.

“Since when?” Richard continue reading …