While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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Kate“s POV

I“m leaving.

I can“t take this anymore.

6 hours earlier

"I can“t marry him mom" I pleaded， "Please tell Dad， I can“t"

"There is nothing I can do about it my child， please try to understand" my mom pleaded back. "Please understand you are doing this for me and your father， without this our business will go bankrupt"

Wow， just wow.

"So you are willing to sell your daughter“s happiness for the success of your business"

"Kat---"

"Don“t Kate me， you even have the audacity to shamelessly tell me that" I laughed bitterly.

"You will not speak to me like that young lady， your father and I are doing this for you---"

"How is this for me， I didn“t expect this from you mom， I didn“t"

"That“s enough young lady" came my dad“s booming voice.

I looked towards the door of my room and saw him come in. He was always like that， always able to direct people“s attention to him whenever he wanted. He was never really a father to me now he comes to interfere with my life asking me to get married to a man I don“t love.

"Dad---"

"You will do as I say young lady or consider yourself disowned."

"What!" I screamed.

"What!" This came from my mom.

"You can“t mean that Dad." Even though he wasn“t a good dad didn“t mean I didn“t love him.

"Well I am not joking， now seeing as you are ready to comply I suggest to go get ready for your date with Aiden."

I was livid.

Aiden Carlton， the sole heir to the Carlton fortune. As sexy as his name sounded he was the biggest jerk known to mankind. He had the personality of a dog and an ego the size of Mount Everest. He always made me feel so small. I suffered from depression for about two years. Yes， my Dad had been pushing me to marry him for three years. But now because of my inability to comply and now that his company is on the verge of bankruptcy he wants the wedding to be as soon as possible. My Dad knew about my depression caused by Aiden but never believed me because he was of the impression that I was lying to get out of the relationship with him. No way in hell was I going to marry him.

"You know what Dad， I have had enough. All my life I stood by the sidelines watching you take decisions for me and I never said anything， like in fifth grade when you made me take P.E when I really wanted to go to ballet class， or in the 9th grade when you sent me off to boarding school because you wanted me to be more refined according to you standards， or since 12th grade when you always sent me on dates with your friends sons because you wanted me to find the ideal son-in-law for you， it wasn“t even the ideal husband for me...."

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