No Wedding For My Murderer

When I fell from the nineteenth floor, Caleb Sterling was standing by the window watching me.

His hand hadn’t even pulled back from the motion of pushing me.

His female secretary stood right beside him.

The two of them watched my body disappear into the curtain of rain. It was like watching a pebble drop into a pond, not even worth waiting for the splash.

I died at thirty-one. At the end of a seven-year marriage, my husband and his mistress teamed up to throw me off my own company buildi