The first time—when she had given birth to Julien and hemorrhaged. The situation was critical and needed a family member’s consent. The hospital called Preston, but he hadn’t answered. She gritted her teeth and signed the consent form herself, and only then did the hospital operate on her.
The second time—Julien’s birthday, and they had planned to go to an amusement park together as a family of three. She waited all evening with Julien, who cried himself to sleep. Preston never showed.
The third time—Julien suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. Sydney had called frantically outside the operating room. But Preston’s assistant just gave a brutal response.
“Mr. Rockefeller is in a meeting. Handle it yourself.”
She had always excused Preston’s absences, thinking he was just busy with work.
It turned out that every single time, he had been with Savannah and their child!
Sydney’s lips split, and blood filled her mouth. Her chest ached so fiercely she could barely breathe.
Her own husband had actually tricked her into signing the heart transfer agreement—forcing her to give up Julien’s only chance at life. How could Preston be so fucking cruel?