“Please Trust Me,” the Driver Said as He Hid Me in the Trunk on My Son’s Wedding Day.

That’s what keeps our daughter safe. One year of marriage. A clean divorce. And we’re free. Randall gets paid and we disappear.”

I pressed my fist against my mouth. His family’s money. Bernard’s legacy. Blake’s inheritance. Everything my husband had built. She wanted to steal it all.

The man stared at the ground. “I don’t like this.”

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