I walked into my husband’s workplace on Valentine’s Day holding a romantic gift, only to see him proposing to his wealthy female boss while the staff cheered. He smirked at me, whispering, “You’re just a poor housewife, accept it.” I didn’t cry. I simply pulled out my phone, dialed the company’s majority shareholder, and whispered into the speaker…

our unborn child in the dark of night.

“I don’t have to,” I said softly, the finality of it settling deep in my bones. “You left a paper trail.”

Chapter 4: The Collapse

The heavy oak doors slammed shut, cutting off Julian’s frantic screaming.

Camilla remained rooted to her spot near the exit, clutching her dark coat tightly around herself. The arrogance continue reading …