Husband Pushed His Pregnant Wife Off the Cliff for Mistress — 6 Years Later She Returned For Revenge
I’m so glad we came here. [laughter] >> Me, too. It’s beautiful. >> Six years ago, a 6 months pregnant woman stood on a mountain cliff, her hand resting on her growing belly, completely unaware that her husband and his mistress had planned her murder down to the last detail. While she admired the sunset, trusting the man she’d vowed to spend forever with, his mistress waited nearby, ready to celebrate the moment he pushed his wife off the edge.
In one brutal second, his hands slammed against her back, sending her and their unborn baby plunging 300 ft into the roaring rapids below. The mistress got everything she wanted. The mansion, the money, the ring, the life that belonged to Allison Taylor. But what they didn’t know was that the water didn’t kill her.
It baptized her. And now, 6 years later, she’s back. Not as the naive, trusting wife they destroyed, but as something far more dangerous. This is the story of how a dead woman came back to bury the people who killed her. Hello friends, welcome to our story. Before we start, please like this video and subscribe.
Also, tell us in the comments where are you watching from? New York, London, maybe Canada or Jamaica? We want to know. The autumn sun cast long shadows across the marble floors of the Taylor mansion in Buckhead, one of Atlanta’s most exclusive neighborhoods. Allison Taylor stood by the floor to ceiling windows of her bedroom, one hand resting gently on her rounded belly, the other holding a framed photo from her wedding day.
6 months pregnant, she glowed with that particular radiance that only expectant mothers possess. Her honey brown skin seemed to shimmer in the golden afternoon light, and her dark curls fell softly around her shoulders. She smiled at the photograph. Malcolm, her husband, looked so happy that day, his arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes full of promises.
Forever, he had whispered in her ear as they posed for that shot. “You and me building something beautiful.” That was 3 years ago, and for a while, it really had been beautiful. Malcolm’s real estate empire was booming. They just bought this dream home overlooking Stone Mountain, and now they were about to welcome their first child into the world.
But lately, something had shifted. Malcolm had become distant, cold even. He worked late almost every night, his phone constantly buzzing with messages he’d quickly silence whenever she entered the room. When she tried to talk to him about baby names or nursery colors, he’d nod absently, his mind clearly elsewhere.
“Last week, she’d found a receipt for an expensive dinner at the Sundial, Atlanta’s most romantic rooftop restaurant. She hadn’t been there with him.” “Maybe it’s just stress,” she told herself, setting the frame back on the dresser. the new downtown development project has been keeping him busy. She wanted to believe that.
She needed to believe that because the alternative, the possibility that crept into her mind during those lonely nights when he came home smelling of perfume that wasn’t hers was too painful to consider. Her phone bust. A text from Malcolm. Coming home early today. We need to talk. Allison’s heart skipped. Was this it? Was he finally going to open up about what had been bothering him? She smoothed down her cream colored maternity dress and headed downstairs.
Hope flickering in her chest despite the knot of anxiety that had been tightening there for weeks. The front door opened before she reached the bottom of the stairs. Malcolm stepped in and for a moment Allison’s breath caught. He was still the most handsome man she’d ever seen. 6’2 with deep brown skin, a perfectly trimmed beard, and those intense dark eyes that had first captured her attention at a charity gala 4 years ago.
