My Fall and The Billionaire's Fall

ion, a quiet evening in our Brooklyn brownstone, cemen

stairs ripped that perfect facade apa

ar and cold, talking to a doctor: "The increased sedative dose is my directive... She won't feel it... The fetus is v

eard him tell his lawyer something monstrous: the fall wasn' t an accident; it was orchestrated. My baby' s death

ss game. How could the man who promised me forever shatter my world so utterly,

t I was broken and gone. They were about to learn that Sarah Miller doe