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\u201cOnce the insurance payout of fifty million hits the account, nobody will ever speak your name again,\u201d Damien Finch told her, before he shoved his pregnant wife over the jagged, icy ledge of the Silver Peak Mountains.<\/p>\n
Eloise barely caught a glimpse of her husband\u2019s cruel, twisted smile before the ground vanished beneath her feet.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Up above, standing on the very edge of the precipice, Damien Finch did not even think about reaching out to help her.<\/p>\n
He stood there in his expensive charcoal wool coat, his hands perfectly clean, calmly watching his wife disappear into the thick, swirling white mist.<\/p>\n
Beside him stood Wendy, his secret lover, who was currently wrapped in the thick, soft scarf that Eloise had knitted during those long, lonely nights of her third trimester.<\/p>\n
\u201cMake sure it looks like a tragic accident, Damien,\u201d Wendy whispered, her voice cold and devoid of any real empathy.<\/p>\n
Damien let a faint, satisfied smile touch his lips as he looked down at the abyss.<\/p>\n
\u201cA frail, pregnant wife, a reckless hike on a dangerous trail, and a sudden, violent storm, because people just love simple, heartbreaking tragedies,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
Eloise slammed hard against a protruding rocky outcrop, and blinding pain shot through her face as she felt warm blood trickle down her cheek. The subzero temperatures froze the liquid almost instantly, and she felt her stomach harden in a defensive instinct to protect the child.<\/p>\n
The baby moved, kicking with surprising strength, as if from deep within the womb he were whispering to her, \u201cDo not give up, do not die.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eloise dug her bloodied fingers into the crusty snow, desperate to find some sort of anchor to stop her descent. Her nails were broken, her lips were turning a frightening shade of blue, and her left leg felt completely unresponsive, yet she forced herself to keep breathing because she was still alive.<\/p>\n
High above the ravine, Damien peeked over the edge one last time to ensure the job was done.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you so much for being such a supportive partner, my love, because without your help, I never would have managed to secure that massive policy,\u201d he shouted into the void with a mocking tone.<\/p>\n
He turned his back on the cliff and began his long walk back to the SUV, completely convinced that he had wiped his slate clean.<\/p>\n
For three long years, Damien had constantly called her dramatic, weak, and lucky to have married a successful man like him. In front of his friends and his family, he always treated her with a nauseating level of performative tenderness.<\/p>\n
In private, however, he never stopped reminding her that she was an orphan with no last name, no money, and absolutely nobody who would bother to look for her if she were to suddenly disappear.<\/p>\n
What Damien did not know was that Eloise had been harboring a massive secret of her own.<\/p>\n
He had no idea that six months earlier, Eloise had managed to track down and open a sealed adoption file that had been buried for decades.<\/p>\n
He had no clue that she had successfully discovered the identity and the name of her biological father.<\/p>\n
She had learned that the man who gave her life was actually Harris Campbell, the owner of Campbell Insurance Group, which was one of the most powerful financial empires in all of the United States.<\/p>\n
Damien was even less aware that the fifty million dollar life insurance policy he had so greedily taken out on her was, through a strange twist of fate, underwritten by a subsidiary company linked to that very same group.<\/p>\n
Eloise had not told him the truth yet because she still did not feel emotionally ready to look a total stranger in the eye and call him father.<\/p>\n
But now, as the heavy mountain snow began to cover her up to her chest, she finally understood that this terrifying secret was the only thing that could save her life.<\/p>\n
Hidden deep inside the heavy lining of her coat was a small, high-tech emergency locator device.<\/p>\n
Harris had sent it to her anonymously weeks earlier, after his private investigators informed him that she was living with a dangerously controlling man.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly press this button if you are ever in immediate, life-threatening danger,\u201d he had told her in a brief, encrypted note.<\/p>\n
Eloise moved her numb, shaking fingers under her coat, desperately searching for the small, hard plastic button.<\/p>\n
She finally found it.<\/p>\n
She pressed it with all the strength she had left.<\/p>\n
Then, she simply closed her eyes and waited for the darkness to take her.<\/p>\n
When she finally woke up, she realized she was not dead, but instead lying in a quiet, sterile private hospital room. She was connected to a series of rhythmic monitors, her face was covered in heavy bandages, and she could feel a constant, comforting weight resting on her swollen belly.<\/p>\n
The steady, rhythmic sound of her baby\u2019s heartbeat filled the silent room.<\/p>\n
She was alive, and so was her child.<\/p>\n
A tall, distinguished figure with shock-white hair and a bespoke tailored suit was standing right beside the bed. His eyes were red, but they were not filled with the weakness of grief, but rather with a terrifying, cold fury.<\/p>\n
\u201cEloise,\u201d said Harris, gently taking her limp hand in his. \u201cMy precious daughter, you need to tell me exactly who did this to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She slowly looked out the window, where the relentless snow was still falling over the quiet, hidden medical facility.<\/p>\n
Her split, swollen lips barely managed to move as she spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst, I need you to let me bury myself,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
Harris did not respond with words, but his facial expression shifted into something predatory.<\/p>\n
It was in that moment that Eloise realized Damien had made the mistake of provoking a man who would never, under any circumstances, forgive a betrayal committed against his own blood.<\/p>\n
Damien Finch acted the role of a grieving widower long before there was ever an actual corpse to bury.<\/p>\n
He wept openly in front of the television cameras, lowered his gaze at the local funeral home, and allowed himself to be hugged by weeping women who kept repeating, \u201cYou poor man, you lost both your wife and your unborn child in one terrible blow.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pressed his lips together, pretended he was too overcome with emotion to speak, and covered his face with a clean, white handkerchief.<\/p>\n
Wendy was always nearby, though she was careful to never stand too close. She introduced herself to everyone as a close family friend, dressed entirely in black and wearing diamond earrings that Eloise had unknowingly paid for with her own savings.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife was my entire world,\u201d Damien told the aggressive reporters gathered outside the cathedral in the city of Blue Ridge. \u201cAnd my daughter, my poor daughter, she didn\u2019t even get the chance to take her first breath in this world.\u201d<\/p>\n
Some of the onlookers sobbed openly at his words.<\/p>\n
Others shared the video clip online, where thousands of people commented things like, \u201cWhat an absolute, soul-crushing tragedy.\u201d<\/p>\n
From a private medical suite that was guarded by armed security personnel, Eloise watched the live broadcast on a tablet.<\/p>\n
Her face was no longer the same, as a jagged scar ran from her cheekbone down to her jawline, and she walked with a constant, throbbing pain in her hip. Her left hand trembled uncontrollably whenever she tried to hold a glass of water.<\/p>\n
But her daughter was still alive and kicking inside her, and every little movement was a promise of a future.<\/p>\n
On the other side of the room, Harris was holding an emergency meeting with his best lawyers, forensic investigators, and the head of the anti-fraud department for his insurance group.<\/p>\n
\u201cDamien filed the formal claim exactly four hours after they found your torn, bloodied coat in the ravine,\u201d the chief investigator said, sliding a folder across the mahogany desk. \u201cHe didn\u2019t wait for any remains to be recovered, he didn\u2019t wait for a coroner\u2019s report, and he certainly didn\u2019t wait for any official investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was in such a hurry to get the money,\u201d Eloise murmured from the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t just in a hurry, he was starving for it,\u201d Harris corrected, his voice sounding like grinding stone.<\/p>\n
Spread out on the table were high-resolution photographs, decrypted audio recordings, detailed bank statements, and hundreds of messages that had been deleted from Wendy\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n
One of the investigators played a recording that had been recovered from the emergency locator device.<\/p>\n
Damien\u2019s voice filled the room with chilling clarity.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen the insurance company pays out the fifty million, nobody will ever have to speak her name again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then, Wendy\u2019s voice cut through the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust make sure you make it look like a tragic accident.\u201d<\/p>\n