“Once the insurance payout of fifty million hits the account, nobody will ever speak your name again,” Damien Finch told her, before he shoved his pregnant wife over the jagged, icy ledge of the Silver Peak Mountains.
Eloise barely caught a glimpse of her husband’s cruel, twisted smile before the ground vanished beneath her feet.
The freezing mountain wind ripped a terrified scream right from her throat as she tumbled down the slope. Jagged snow pelted her face like icy needles, and the frozen rocks tore at her skin, while her nine-months-pregnant body rolled down the mountain as if she were nothing more than a discarded ragdoll.
Up above, standing on the very edge of the precipice, Damien Finch did not even think about reaching out to help her.