The Wife's Hidden Fortune

sliced through the quiet of my small apartment, a

had been in an accident while working a late-night delivery shift, ending

e grief even more unbearable: my seemingly frugal wife, Jessica, in a shimmering gown,

ke, was the hit-and-run driver who killed Alex, and Jessica knew, ch

abandoned us, rushing off because Jake had a "migraine," her tire

st mirroring the gnawing pain in my gut, later diagnosed as termin

des, have maintained such a monstrous charade, building a fortu

om the city, from the lies, but the story wasn't over for Je