From Broken Wife To Billionaire Power

empty stomach, the doctor' s words abou

esperate for comfort,

s dog is throwing up. She' s hysterical.

st lost their child to comfor

home, he didn't hug me. He for

hotography portfolio to his mistress, claiming it was her work, wh

al clinic to have my memo

ave me blank. It unlocked a

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risp white uniform of the nurse bending over me. But the starkest white was the blank space

thing we coul

baby?" It wasn't a ques

She adjusted the IV drip, the plastic tubing a cold snake on my arm. A doctor,

o severe. He was too small to survive the impact. And given th

ely flew to my stomach, a flat, empty landscape now. The small, hopeful bump, the fluttery kicks I' d

agony. "The internal bleeding is under control, but the sca

ed back, eyes hollow, framed by tangled hair. A deep crimson stain peeked from beneath the edge of my gown, a cruel reminder of what I'd los

one here, utterly, tragically alone. The sterile room ampli

shaking as I reached for it. The screen glowed, displaying Erik' s name. Hope flick

button, my voice a

lison? Where are you? What's going on? Barbie's dog, Princess, she's had

rik," I tried again, my voice barely audible. "I wa

is throwing up, and Barbie's crying. You know how sensitive she is." His voice grew colder. "Look, you just need to get

a dog? While I was lying in a hospital bed,

te, childish wail catching in my thr

you're always so dramatic." His tone hardened even more. "Just

ttering softly against the bed rail. The dial tone echoed in the sterile quiet. Barbie' s

a vast, terrifying emptiness. An invisible hand clutched

voice tinged with concern. "Are

ng up on me. He had chosen a dog over his dying child,

ushing myself up despite th

Day, you can't. You just had m

tronger now, laced with a new, chillin

The nurse loo

body. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the dizziness, ignoring the frantic protests of the medical s

op and sweatpants, stiff with dried blood. Each movement was a bat

g my face, icy needles against my raw skin. The wind howled, a mournful cry that ma

had no money, no coat, just the thin clothes and the crushing weight of Erik's indifference. Panic

topped. I scrambled aboard, clutching my side, the pain a hot, searing ribbon across my abdomen. Th

ts of agony. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain, tr

now seemed to loom over me, a silent judge. I pushed through the heavy doors, my

ended felt like another step into an abyss. My hand trembled

rapped around her neck, dabbing at her eyes with a delicate lace handkerchief. Princess, a fluffy white Pomeranian,

raw. I reached out a hand, wanting to touc

finally here." There was no relief in

the bloodstain on my clothes or the pallor of my face. He just stared, his g

pped, limp