The Billionaire Unexpected Love

ons and welcome

nd of celebratory chatter. The scent of fresh roses and expensive wine li

scene from someone else's celebration - strangers in familiar clothing. "I can't believe my

t woman with bad luck you got married to. Now that y

er that day. Her heels clicked softly against the marble tiles as she stepped closer, her heart fluttering with excitement - and confusi

se of this joyous mood, is it because of our 2nd wedding anniversary that's today?" T

in distaste. "Who is your mother?" she snapped. Her voice was ice

blinked rapidly, the warmth in her eyes now prickling with confusion. Pain. She was about

h your grandchildren." May's head snapped in the direction of the voice. And her blood ra

ying about grandchildren? The questions raced through her mind faster than she could think of them, each one heavier than the last. Her knees felt weak. She opened her mouth to demand answers, to sc

rt pounded. Her lips quivered. Her best friend - the one she always stoo

e weight of the secret she'd been hiding finally settled. "May," she said, voice soft but laced with arrogance, "can you please excuse us? You are increasing m

rd from Chrissy's side and held her waist. The intimacy of that touch was deliberate, possessive.

"Can everyone just stop?! What's going on here? Which grandchildren?! What is this whole drama going on?!" She turne

o of Chrissy and stepped forward. "May," he began, voice calm in the most violent way, "w

fled squish of icing against marble. The white frosting, once pristine, was now smeared across the floor. Flowers b

r mind - the early days of her marriage, when they were inseparable, when he he

ling. "Mother... I'm taking some really good supplements," she said, voice hopeful. "Recommended by my mom. In a couple of weeks, I'll be pregnant, Mom." Her mothe

gaze. "But I just can't. It isn't about the whole barren issue. I don't love you anymore." Her leg

be better." She turned to Chrissy, voice raw. "Chrissy... why? Why??" But Chrissy simp

ood behind her best friend so she wouldn't feel small. All the secrets she shared. The

this and let's end things peacefully." May didn't reach for the papers. Her fingers trembled as she held her chest instead, trying to calm t

is the end of this chapter." Still, May refused. She shook her head, sobbing silently. Her husband turned t

ted. The guards moved toward her. Two strong arms lifted her up like she was nothing. She kicked, screamed

same hallway she used to walk hand-in-hand with her husband - a

bouquet she dropped earlier. She sat on the pav

onial home into the cold streets - with a strict w