Victoria's POV
The rain drummed against the tall windows of our old family home like impatient fingers, mirroring the restless beat of my heart.
I stood in the foyer, smoothing the silk of my black mourning dress over my hips. It clung just enough to remind anyone looking that I was still a woman in her prime. Last month marked my thirty-eighth birthday, I still had my sexy curves honed by disciplined desire rather than neglect.
For years I had waited for this day. The day my husband’s inconvenient shadow finally vanished, leaving only my precious Elias.
The “accident” had been so elegantly simple. A few whispers to the right mechanic, a loosened brake line, and a rainy night drive home from the city. The journal hidden in my nightstand recorded every meticulous step. Insurance money
