Bleeding White: His Betrayal, Her Rise

ir laughter echoing off the crystal chandeliers. The event was to celebrate Emily Chen' s return, and my boyfriend, the tech mogul M

She had just returned from a long stint overseas, and it felt like she had never left. Ma

flicker of annoyance. He strode over, a glass of champag

s voice a little too loud. His friends wer

vely going to my stomach. I was two mont

f a smirk on her lips. "Mark, you' re not let

the glass of champagne into my hand. "She' s just

my ribs. "Mark, you know

ging into my arm. "Everyone is watching. Just take

trembled as I brought the glass to my lips. The cold, bubbly liquid felt like poison as I swallowed. A sharp cramp

looked down. A dark red stain was spreading across the front of my white dre

y. He was standing by the appetizer table, laughing as he carefull

ant and dismissive as my vision tunneled to black.

passed out was the cold, unfo

room was cold and white. A doctor with a kind, sad face told me what I already knew. The baby was

k had updated his profile picture. It was now a professional shot of Emily' s elegant side profile. Th

ll, gray text appeared below: Yo

have cried, panicked, and used a friend's phone to call him, begging for forgiv

. The image of him feeding Emily caviar while I bled on the floor was bur

calm washed over me. I opened a new ap

ticket to Paris, le

rthy of his attention again. I remembered apologizing for things that weren't my fault, just to feel the t

my screen. My flight was booked.

icker of something that wasn't fear or pain. I