Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: The Doctor's Verdict

hollow marriage. My name is Sarah, an ER doctor, and just a month ago, I lost our baby – our second child – alone, terrified in the hospital. That night, Ethan was at a "critical work dinner" with

he offered an expensive diamond necklace, likely chosen by Chloe, ignoring my quiet but firm demand for a divorce. He scoffed, calling me "dramatic," bragging about the "best

g me at all? How could he respond to the agonizing loss of our child with a callous remark about me being "stretched thin with my caree

reaking point at their opulent Connecticut estate. I was done being ignored, done being dismis