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

him was Arthur Voss.

And behind them—

Nora Bell.

Holding something tight against her chest.

A blue notebook.

My stomach dropped.

“That’s my mother’s ledger,” Richard said.

Grant nodded. “We believe so.”

Richard stared at the image. “Then they’ve already opened it.”

The phone rang.

We all froze.

Grant answered and switched it to speaker.

Wind rushed through the continue reading …