The Divorced Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

and rubbing alcohol burned t

l mattress, her chest rising and

e. Her hospital gown clung to her skin, damp with cold sweat. She h

delivery room, the sharp, heavy thud of l

not slow down. The

tal force, hitting the rubber sto

air swept into the warm ro

jaw was set in a hard line, and his dark eyes

ed closely behind, clutching a black

a clear plastic incubator, the newborn

tracks. He turned his

f pure impatience crossed his handsome face. He did not walk

forced himself to ignore it, his focus solely on the finality of the document his assistant he

king down at her p

rd. He unzipped the briefcase, pulled out a thick stack of papers, and retri

the heavy stack of papers, a pre-written check clearly clipped t

her knees and came to a stop rig

lear the blurry exhaustion fr

the top of the page seeme

ETTLEMENT

ter of her chest, stealing the air from her l

the man she had loved for three years

was flat, devoid of any warmth. "I ne

. They trembled so hard she

th to your child," she whi

t a short, i

knew what this was. I needed a wife to satisfy my grandfather and secure my share

like a physical bl

ainful rhythm. The blood drained completely from

arm. He glanced at his

orty minutes," he muttered,

er to the bed. His f

uments immediately," the assistant

the white bedsheets, her fingernails digging so deeply

louder, as if feeling the su

loosening it. He turned his body toward the door, des

Her throat felt like it w

ut he did not turn hi

king hand. She grabbed the Mont

rs back down her throat. The burning in her c

the nib of the pen against the paper and

t the wooden nightstand

is head slightly, his eyes landing

clipped the check fro

piece of paper onto the bed. It fl

aid coldly. "More than enough

rried him through the doorway. The heavy door slamme

o the pillows. All the stre

, then down at the check

aped her lips. It sound

check. Her hands

lf. Then she ripped it again, an

ng the tiny pieces of paper f

ee years of devotion, were all just a cheap transaction. In that instant, the last ember of love in her heart turned to ash. The despair in h

the nightstand and

crypted number she hadn

nected on th

nded. Her voice was no longer weak. It was sharp, authoritative, and completely