Surviving The Fall: My Husband's Deadly Betrayal

LYN

h of howling wind and a scream

nly one image did: Sean's face, twiste

to su

my body into a tight ball, locking my arms around my a

me the

ng water knocked every drop of air from my lungs; it was so int

down like an anchor of lead. A sharp, tearing agony exploded through m

my thighs turne

y. Please, God

ke, pulled me into the freezing depths. My visi

an to slip away, the water a

e plunged throug

Se

er my chest. Powerful, rhythmic kicks surged against the current,

hed the

roken glass tearing through my throat. Through a blurry haze of stinging

lad in dark outdoor gear. Strapped securely to his tactical vest was a water

o the freezing wind. "Louisa Price hired me. I tracke

before heavy, frantic footsteps came

pale. He had come down to confirm my body in the wate

topped dead i

unadulterated horror. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the stranger kneeling over me

ked out, his voice cracking with

ifted his weight, shielding my shivering,

the investigator growled, reaching into his vest to secure the camera's

veins in his neck bulged, his hands twitching as if

red the quiet pine forest above. Blue and red flashers swept across the da

verdrive. He backed away two paces, violently yanking his pho

tive security team at the county clinic right now! A stalker... an armed trespasser ambushed Evelyn on the roc

was already manipulating the institutiona

mbankment, skidding across t

r internal hemorrhage!" a medic sh

d over his tactical vest, ensuring the evidence stayed safe from Sean's approaching le

backboard and carried up the c

ntically playing the role of the distraught husband for the parame

g with cold, desperate panic. He leaned close, his breath hissing against my ear so the medics couldn't hear. "Ke

gonizing cramps seized my uter

into the emergency bay o

nto a blinding haze of fluorescent lights.

ressure is

abruption fr

sound and prep O

s, can you hear me? You suffered a catastrophic fall. You're losing too much blood. We have to t

d felt as if my sternum had b

into my hairline. I looked at the kind doctor with the

sped, my voice b

ith helpless pity. "We'll

to the freezing operating room. The anesthesiolog

I caught one final glimpse through the

t hallway. He wasn't cr

head bent low over his phone, furiously coordinating with Au

y baby, suppress the foota

e into the cold, chemical blackness. This is