My billionaire husband threw me out into a storm for being ābarrenā. āMy son needs an heir. Your broken body canāt give him one,ā my mother-in-lawhissed, pointing to his new pregnant mistress. I ended up in a public ER, where a nurse shocked me: I was 5 weeks pregnant. 6 years later, I bumped into my ex. He backed away, pale as a ghost. āIt canāt be you,ā he whispered. āI buried you 5 years ago.ā
At the center VIP table, elevated slightly above the rest, sat the dynasty itself: Victoria Vance, radiating her usual icy arrogance in a suffocating diamond …
My billionaire husband threw me out into a storm for being ābarrenā. āMy son needs an heir. Your broken body canāt give him one,ā my mother-in-lawhissed, pointing to his new pregnant mistress. I ended up in a public ER, where a nurse shocked me: I was 5 weeks pregnant. 6 years later, I bumped into my ex. He backed away, pale as a ghost. āIt canāt be you,ā he whispered. āI buried you 5 years ago.ā Read More