The Descent at Blackthorn Cliff: How My Husband’s Fifty Million Dollar Murder Plot Collapsed Against My Father’s Audit
My husband shoved my nine-month-pregnant body off an icy cliff, believing a fifty million dollar life insurance payout...
Author: Gloria C. Robinson
The Names in the Red Box: How My Sister’s Final Confession Exposed Twelve Years of Medical Fraud
The folding metal chairs at St. Jude’s parish hall had that cold, hollow ring to them every time...
The Widow’s Third Envelope: How My Husband’s Thirty-Four-Year Lie Collapsed Against a Trust
Arthur died at 4:18 on a Tuesday afternoon in room 312 of Saint Jude’s Memorial, right while the...
The Door Behind the Gym: How My Seven-Year-Old Daughter’s Recess Question Exposed a School’s Dark Secret
The kitchen was quiet that Thursday night except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the steady...
The Weight of a Mother’s Wardrobe: How My Late Mother’s Hidden Box and a Two-Year Investigation Exposed My Wife’s Secret Past
My mother spent the last two years of her life keeping a ledger in the bottom drawer of...
The Stranger in the Screen: How My Husband’s Fake Dating Profile Cost Him Everything
I got it wrong about Dennis for twenty-two years, figuring him for just a stubborn man who liked...
The Inheritance Error: How My Husband’s Greed and a Kitchen Table Divorce Cost Him $800 Million
The telephone on my desk at the regional planning office didn’t ring with the usual polite, rhythmic chime...
The Ladder and the Road: How My Sister’s Graduation Insult Collapsed Against Three Decades of Silent Sacrifice
The blue Subaru station wagon sat right there under the sprawling maples at the curb, its tires caked...
The Bride’s Aunt: How My Father’s Twenty-One-Year Lie Collapsed Against a $39 Navy Dress and a Master’s Thesis
The smell of damp wool and cold cedar always stays with you when you leave a place in...
The Voicemail at the Altar: How My Sister’s Stolen Million-Dollar Dress Collapsed Against Julian’s Final Words
The heavy oak doors of St. Jude’s Episcopal Church were propped open just an inch, letting in a...