For His Missing Ex, I Lost Nine Months of Pregnancy1
On the day I turned nine-month pregnant, Thalia Fenty, my husband’s beloved ex, was kidnapped.
All the evidence found in her room pointed straight to me.
Without asking a single question, without giving me a chance to explain, Cortland Dorance, my husband, tied me up and dragged me onto the frisbee. It was a cruel contraption of his own design. He wanted me to confess his ex’s whereabouts.
“Even nine months pregnant, you’re still not worth a single toe of Thalia’s! You’d better tell me where she is, or else—”
A dagger, meant only to threaten me, whistled through the air and veered off course—embedding itself straight into my chest.
I instantly collapsed into a pool of blood. For a moment, I truly thought he might feel remorse. But instead, I only heard him furiously blaming me.
“You brought that on yourself, Saylor!”
He had no idea… I was the largest investor behind his company.
When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor told me my baby couldn’t be saved. My heart went cold like all life had drained from it.
At that moment, I made two decisions.
First, I would pull all my investments and drag Cortland’s company into ruin.