The Billionaire Took My Heart for His First LoveChapter 1

In the seventh year of my marriage, my husband's first love came back—with a child in tow.

I finally accepted the truth: my husband didn't love me, and he didn't love our six-year-old daughter either.

I asked Thaddeus Abbott for a divorce and moved out with our daughter.

But on the way, Marilyn James and I were in a terrible car accident.

The crash cost me my heart. It cost Marilyn a kidney.

When I woke up, Thaddeus was kneeling at my bedside, slapping himself across the face, heaping every ounce of blame onto his own shoulders.

I pressed my hand to the artificial heart humming beneath my ribs, and Marilyn and I decided together: we'd give him one more chance. Thirty days—the mandatory cooling-off period before a divorce could be finalized. That was his window.

On the twenty-ninth day, I overheard a conversation between my husband and his secretary.

"Mr. Abbott, you gave your wife's heart to Miss Mason, and you gave Miss James's kidney to Miss Mason's daughter."

"Even if you don't love your wife, Miss James is your biological daughter. Do you truly have no regrets?"

Thaddeus gazed tenderly at a wooden box sitting on his desk.