Second, I would divorce Cortland and leave that bastard forever!
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Saylor’s POV
Once the decision was made, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I instructed my assistant to prepare the divorce agreement immediately—the sooner, the better.
It was also time I called my parents.
“Mom. Dad. I’m withdrawing my investment from Dorance Industries. I’m divorcing Cortland. I’m coming home to take over the family company.”
“My good girl,” Mom said, relief clear in her voice. “You’ve finally come to your senses! Don’t worry. We’ll prepare everything right away!”
As I listened to their voices on the phone, I lowered my eyes to my belly.
It used to be round and full, as big as a watermelon. Now, it was flat.
Only the jagged scar across my abdomen reminded me that there had once been a child growing inside me—a baby due in just a few days.
Nine months. That child had almost made it into this world!
But because of Cortland’s blind rage and mistrust, my baby had died before it even had a chance to be born!
After ending the call, I turned to the hospital staff, intending to request the baby’s body.