Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

“As I lay hemorrhaging and dying on the delivery bed, my billionaire husband's assistant coldly denied my request for an epidural: "Sir insists that all marital expenses must be strictly 50-50. The epidural is an unapproved expense." Desperate, I dialed my husband's number to beg for my life, but he only threw back a freezing "stick to the contract" before heartlessly hanging up on me. I later found out he wasn't born heartless. While I was handing out flyers in the freezing snow just to afford my half of the prenatal checkups, he drove across the city in a blizzard to buy imported cherries for his late best friend's widow. While I passed out from the agonizing pain, he hired a 60-person elite medical team just to ensure that woman had the most luxurious, pain-free delivery. He treated her illegitimate daughter like a princess, yet emboldened them to shatter my wedding photos and forced me to publicly apologize to them. He was arrogantly certain I was just a pathetic parasite who would starve to death without him. So, when I threw the divorce papers at him-asking for zero cents, only the custody of our child. He sneered and signed it instantly, mocking me for playing hard to get by demanding custody of a "stillborn." He didn't know I had already discovered his top-secret medical report: he suffered from irreversible azoospermia. That precious "illegitimate daughter" he treated like royalty was nothing but a random bastard! And the "dead baby" he had just signed away with absolute disgust? She was alive and well-and she was the only and final biological bloodline he would ever have in this lifetime! The moment I got his signature, I smiled. Turning around, I stepped into a waiting armored black car and dialed the encrypted number that would shake the global tech industry to its core: "Tell the board. The true founder of Apex Robotics is coming back."”