His Cruel Betrayal, My Dying Wish

uld hear the faint murmur of voices from the master suite, his low and soothing, hers soft and appreciative. Chlo

ning under my weight. The room was cold. I didn't bo

nant with Liam's child. My husband' s child. The same husband who had built o

ted by the light from the hall. He looked at me, not with anger or pity, but with a cool, appr

perfect, and your massage

ood behavior. I just nodded, my hands resting

starting to un

the door open. He set a folder do

f you had been this compliant earlier,

The day he had his bodyguards drag me out of a charity gala because I wouldn' t stop making a scene. My dress had rip

is to give me a child. For you, this is a blessing. You get to be a mother wit

. I just looked

down the hall. Chloe had given birth a we

id, my voice ra

past him, my movemen

said to my back. "Gratitude

ng him. Liam and Chloe slept undisturbed in my bed. I didn't mind. The

I built, the assets I had earned, everything, into a trust for the baby. I wanted

nuinely impressed. "That's very generous

different set of pa

not quite reaching his eyes. "She wants to be my wi

per. My name, Ava Miller, and his, Liam Davi

ed up

sign,"

ely happy. "Good. You' ve finally learned your lesson, Ava. You'

n me. He thought this w

as w

oken. I was

echoed in my head. Stage-four stom

days t

of it mattered anymore. When you' re counting your l

A tree burial in a quiet forest preserve. No headstone

ays. Then I would

at cut through my thoughts. I put the cap back on the pen

baby," I said, walkin

stant companion now. I remembered what the doctor told me to do whe

voice drift down the hall. He was on the ph

e dripping with a tenderness he hadn't used with me in years. "A

gh almost es

d no

d. It was early in our marriage, before his stance on being chil

m. He dragged me to a clinic himself. He held my hand while the doctor performed

And now, he was praising me for taking care of his child w

the crib, pressing my stomach int

just their voices. I heard a soft sigh, the rustle of sheet

sting in my gut. I bit my lip to keep from crying

o the sounds of my husband making love to his d

re until the

way hours later, holding a cup of

night," he observed,

warmth seeping into my cold hands felt like kindn

ith the divorce papers on t

got to s