My Husband Killed My Father for Power

“Are you really leaving?” my friend asked anxiously as I stepped out of the president’s office.

“You’ve been married for seven years, and your wedding ceremony is only three months away. You slipped a divorce agreement and resignation letter into the stack of documents for him to sign. Aren’t you afraid… he won’t let you go?”

My steps faltered. My eyes landed on the crutches by my side.

Would he be reluctant to let me go?

I shook my head bitterly.

For seven years, I stood behind him in the shadows, helping him rise to become the powerful Nathan Blake.