Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby

Chapter 2

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wheel, his eyes fixed on the clinic's entrance. A cold certainty washed over her: she was being watched. Instead of w

descended into the loud, c

to the dense crowd of commuters, ensuring any eyes Dento

bway in Tribeca. She walked the remaining t

er on the private elevator. The doors slid o

llumination came from the neon glow of the Manhattan

he turned around, the heavy, pungent smell of

rged in the deep shadows of the le

in his hand. The ice cubes cl

you this afternoon?" His voic

r ribs. Her hand instinctively

went to Bergdorf Goodman on Fifth Avenue

. He tossed a stack of printed credit c

. There were no tran

three frame instantly sucked a

strides. His large hand shot out, his fingers

with pure disgust. "Still playing

one. "You think I forgot the yacht? You think I forgot how you b

w. "I didn't hurt my sister, Denton. I didn

is disgust palpable. He threw the remaining whis

at out, every word dripping with venom. He stepped closer, towering over her. "Whatever pathetic scheme you're cooking up to s

ging straight into Emma's chest. She stumb

pocket suddenly felt like it wa

til she tasted copper. She forced the tear

im more. Denton ripped his tie loose, turn

slammed shut with

e slid down the cold wall

stomach, curling into a tight ball. In th

zed everything else in her life. He would call it manipulation. He would call it a trap. And

coming in ragged gasps. The ultrasound photo pressed ag

voice so low only the baby could have heard it-if the baby could

made up. She would take

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“I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant. It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication. Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York. My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm. Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match. I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life. "Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!" But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died. As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died. I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.”