Back from the Dead,The Billionaire's RevengeChapter 1
I'd miscarried three times. Each loss dragged me further into the dark, until my mental state was barely held together by threads. I'd tried to kill myself more than once.
To help me clear my head, my husband bought me a beachfront villa overlooking the ocean.
He was busy with work, but he called me every morning and every night without fail.
That evening, after he said goodnight, he forgot to hang up.
I didn't remind him. I wanted to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing.
Then a mocking voice drifted through the line.
"Seriously, Everard, you've been slipping Iris Pruitt those depressive hormones for months now and you still haven't stopped? With that kind of dosage, it'd be a miracle if she wasn't losing her mind."
"And three pregnancies, all terminated. You really are something else."
Everard Delgado sounded bored, his tone flat and indifferent.
"So what? She's the one who insisted on throwing Madge out of the house. Called her a bastard born from a homewrecker. Made Madge cry all night until her eyes were swollen shut."
"Three miscarriages. That's the price she deserved to pay."