Too Late For Regret, Mr. Harper

“I had just found out I was six weeks pregnant when the hospital called. My mother was dying of acute kidney failure and needed a one-million-dollar transplant immediately. Desperate, I called my billionaire husband, Bryant, begging for the money. Instead of helping, he let out a cruel laugh, accusing me of faking her illness for attention, and hung up to comfort his first love, the famous actress Sienna. The nightmare didn't end there. At his company, I was publicly mocked by his employees for being a pathetic, unloved wife. When I finally snapped and slapped my bully, Bryant appeared. He didn't ask what happened. He just stared at me with cold, piercing eyes and forced me to apologize to the woman insulting me, all to protect his company and Sienna's reputation. I later overheard him telling his best friend that our three-year marriage was just a "disposable habit," a placeholder until Sienna won her Oscar. My heart completely shattered. He didn't care if my mother died, and he certainly wouldn't care about the baby growing inside me. Why did I ever think I could warm his cold heart? I wiped my tears, signed a divorce agreement demanding zero assets, and walked out of his mansion with nothing but my suitcases. But just as an old friend stepped in to pay my mother's medical bills, Bryant suddenly stormed into the hospital corridor. He grabbed my wrist with a terrifying, possessive fury, completely ignoring my friend. "We're going home."”