The morning after we buried my father, my ex-husband’s new wife walked straight into his garden and told me to begin packing my belongings.

Brooke sounded absolutely certain that once my father’s will was read, my family estate would become hers.

What she did not know was that my father had left one final secret behind.

And by the time she understood what she had triggered, it would already be too late to stop it.

I was trimming the white roses when her voice floated across the garden.

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