His Lie, My Fall_My husband’s adopted sister killed someone，but he told me to pay with my life. “It’s not like I’m really asking you to die,” he coaxed. “I’ve had people set up an air cushion. You’ll be fine. I’ll make it up to you later.” I looked over the railing. On the empty concrete below, there was no air cushion at all. This was probably just another one of his adopted sister’s cruel pranks. Five years of marriage — I thought I had gone numb. But the child in my belly gave me hope one more time. “Pray for Mommy,” I whispered, pressing a hand gently over my abdomen. “If this works… we can leave your father forever.” The next second, I climbed over the railing.

His Lie, My Fall

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Willy Sterling

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My husband’s adopted sister killed someone，but he told me to pay with my life. “It’s not like I’m really asking you to die,” he coaxed. “I’ve had people set up an air cushion. You’ll be fine. I’ll make it up to you later.” I looked over the railing. On the empty concrete below, there was no air cushion at all. This was probably just another one of his adopted sister’s cruel pranks. Five years of marriage — I thought I had gone numb. But the child in my belly gave me hope one more time. “Pray for Mommy,” I whispered, pressing a hand gently over my abdomen. “If this works… we can leave your father forever.” The next second, I climbed over the railing.

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Chapter 1

It was three in the morning. The police station was cold, the smell of metal thick in the air.

This was my ninety-ninth visit since our wedding.

I signed the last form numbly and watched Stanley helping a drunk, unsteady Naomi toward another room to rest.

"It's okay. I'm here," he murmured, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

He didn't look at me once. I was left alone to face Holly Davis, the mother of the victim, Zane Davis.

"You people think money lets you do whatever you want."

Her bloodshot eyes locked on mine as her nails dug into my arm.

"My son was 22. He just graduated. How could you do that to him?"

Scratches burned across my skin, and I couldn't pull away.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis. I'm so sorry. I really am." I kept apologizing until Holly grabbed a fistful of my hair.

She looked like she was breaking, her voice rasping like a rusty hinge. "Sorry? That doesn't fix anything.

"Bring her out here. I'll talk to her. Not you. Who do you think you are?"

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