The Girl He Left Behind: Now a Billionaire's Wife

g room, the moving boxes like silent accusers. My world had been dism

packed a suitcase, my movements mechanical. Clothes, toiletries, my l

floor. It was a message I had been getting

n speech. He'd had a massive, embarrassing crush on me, which I had always dismissed. He' d left town after graduation and ma

n can I finally ta

st I had outgrown. But tonight, staring at the screen in the

I could think. I typed a

ow

back in less

ng my

howed up. She didn't knock. S

face grim. "We're going to

going,"

his family. You will go, you will apolo

nto her car. The ride was silent and tense. At th

swaddled baby. He was looking down at the infant with a look of pure, unadulterated adoration I had never seen him giv

ct family. And I

. It was a picture of the newborn, a close-up of its tiny face. The message underneath read: "Isn'

forward. "Go on. B

brought a little something fo

gs feeling like lead. Maria ga

d softly. "Thank

t, yellow onesie from the bag. "Here, le

e onesie onto the baby,

d! Look!

by's chest was covere

hysterically. "What was on that? Is it

chair, his face contorted with rage

ng in the quiet ward. "You came here to harm