MY EX-HUSBAND'S BILLION DOLAR MISTAKE

t move an inch. Beatrice on the other hand stepped back, a flicker of genuine fear cro

g weight of the finality washing over her. She was entirely alone. Her family had long since passed, her friends were non-

the hospital emergency unit. She was taken to the hospital that night and the hospital had confirmed it hours later: the

placed the divorce papers on the coffee table beside her pale, trembling form,

gned her name across the dotted line, relinquishing e

. As she drove blindly down the rain-slicked Pacific Coast Highway late that night, the tears blinded her. The headlights of an oncoming semi-truck flashed violently in h

rhythmic, electronic beep of a heart monitor were the first things that drifted into Nichole's conscious

, she found herself in a room that looked more like a five-star hotel. And sitting in a leather a

resence filled the room with a quiet, controlled gravity. When he turned his head

deep, smooth baritone that commanded absolut

" Nichole's throat was dry,

tal jug and brought it to her bedside, carefully adjusting her pillows with surprising gentleness.

at name. He was the enigmatic, brilliant son of Hemilighton Holdings, a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate that dictated the pace of

d, looking down at her bandag

is arms crossing over his broad chest. "My security detail happened to be behind you. We pulled you f

f agony. Raymond, Beatrice, the bedroom, the blood, and the miscarriage. A

whispered brokenly. "What are my living for? There is nothing l

ontrollable manner. He had run a thorough background check on her the moment she was admitted. He knew about the divorce, the betrayal by her

beneath the grief, the tears and the exhaustion, there was a little sp

everything to live for, more than you can ever imagine." "The world thinks you are erased and damaged. Your ex-husband has already moved Beatr

ng the cold numbness of despair. Raymond was celebrating, Beatrice was wear

he said slowly, her hands c

" Xavier said direc