I Died to Escape Your Love

My husband was the undisputed king of Manhattan’s venture capital scene.

He also had an adopted sister—a petulant, genius hacker.

For eight years, their dynamic was high-profile and exhausting: she broke things, and he swept up the pieces.

Until yesterday, when she hacked my car’s braking system, sending me hurtling off a cliff.

As he signed my emergency surgical consent form at the hospital, he only sighed:

"Don't blame Talia. She was just playing a game. She didn't actually want to kill you."

"She knew I got you the best medical team. It was just a stupid prank to scare you."