The Billionaire’s Daughter in Hiding

Abstract

I stand outside Room 1412, my throat tight. What is there to say when your worst betrayal unfolds before you? Through the door, I hear Ryan’s sweet nothings and Victoria’s urgent moans, the rhythmic creaking of the bed against the wall. Each sound is a knife twisting in my heart, every gasp a cruel mockery of my marriage. Tears blur my vision as I turn away, the gift box with baby shoes slipping from my trembling fingers. I stumble toward the emergency stairs, desperate to escape this nightmare. In my haste, I miss the first step. After a terrible moment of weightlessness, pain floods through me, more brutal than anything I’ve known. “No,” I whisper, “please, no.” But the warm wetness spreading beneath me tells the answer—I’ve lost not only my husband, but our child as well.