Her Dead Husband's Betrayal

Mark Reynold

, but the words just floated around my head. All I could focus o

owed five mil

mil

rushing office job, and we could barely make rent on our tiny two-bedroom apartm

ca Miller, put her ar

ll of concern. "You have to renounce the inheritan

n, Leo, who was holding my hand

The exact moment it a

s life, I lis

rusted her completely when she guided me through the legal process, helping me sign the

iggest mista

anyway. They didn't care about the law. They said i

day, the way my heart stopped when they

d at my doorstep. Inside was a single, tiny f

until my throat was raw, bu

d his small bod

n sold me. I was drugged, shipped across the world, and ende

he room of a wealthy client, that I saw a f

a new pair of shoes. This was a different Mark, dressed in a tailored suit, smiling confidently. The headline ident

bout the settlem

estimated in the tens of billions, w

a sick, frantic rhythm. My h

eir. A young boy, stan

was Jessi

as her so

me they played. Jessica had convinced me to renounce the inheritance so that her son, Mark's illegitimate child, could claim everythi

re was nothing left. I found a way to end my own life in that filthy, humid room, m

soul, an eternity in hell,

ke he

I opened

se. The low hum of quiet grief was all around me. My son,

ght in front of me, her fac

said. "You have to renounce th

ame day. The

same mistake. This time, I would

her world t