My Billionaire Husband's Deadly Betrayal

o. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pedia

t transplant, everything fell apart. The donor

s my brother was dying, I fo

r, Blake," he said

d. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed th

his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave

n for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was

refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone wit

pte

. That was the raw, unvarnished truth that clawed at my insides

visionary, charisma that could charm the clothes off a senator. But beneath that polished veneer w

rs in financial rags, the hushed gossip at charity galas. There was the indie film director he' d bankrolled and then discarded, the fashion designer whose label he' d launched

y. My world was sick children and late-night shifts, a stark contrast to Amir's high-flying empire. We met when I was twenty

eared at the hospital entrance after my shifts, whisking me away to dinners where he knew my favorite dish before I even ordered it. He memor

through hours of jargon just to be near me. He even donated millions to the children's hospital, funding a new wing dedicated to c

out "finding his forever" that brought tears to my eyes and hushed admiration from

ssiveness, I now understand, was not love, but a desire to own. I mistook it for fierce devotio

ll. A rare, aggressive cardiomyopathy. His heart was f

es. He launched a global PR campaign, leveraging his influen

writer, barely twenty-one. Young. Raw. Undiscovered.

ther's death and the decision she had to make. I pushed down the chill that snaked thr

to a tangle of tubes and wires. His eyes, usually so fu

cal team was ready, waiting for Hailie' s final consent. I called her phone, again and a

small and trembling. "I... I don

my voice cracking. "Keon is

imate, in the background. "Don't pr

. It was Amir.

me. I ran from the hospital, my scrubs a blur against the sterile white walls, my mind a storm

s arm wrapped around Hailie's slender waist, her head resting on his shoulder. They were laughing, a sound that pi

r, his eyes devoid of any concern for me. "This is a big de

dread creeping up my spine. It

other end was strained, "we... we

floor, the sound swallowed by the sudden, deafening silence in my head.

noyance in his eyes. "Blake, what are you do

My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another season in his cycle, a project completed

hazy, painful kaleidoscope. The betrayal was

ailie's hair, completely oblivious to the crater