My husband died two months ago. Or so I thought...
A freak boating accident took my husband's life. I buried him and grieved.
Then I found out Drew left me broke. Our house is double-mortgaged. Millions are gone. And the twenty-five-million-dollar life insurance policy I never knew existed? It names another woman as the beneficiary.
That’s when I hire Jonah Mitchell. He’s a private investigator with sexy glasses, dangerous calm, and the kind of body that's impossible to ignore. He follows the money trail, and what he finds brings both hope and sharper pain.
My husband isn’t dead.
Now I’m standing at the door of the luxury villa he bought with my life, my marriage, and every dollar he thought I’d never find.
Drew thinks I’m the grieving widow he left behind, but he's wrong.
I’m the wife who found him, and I'm going to make him pay.
He's going to wish he were dead.
