"Ms. Ava, this is the Genesis Agency. The package you

esperate 'what if' plan that now felt like my only option. Hope, a tiny, fragile spar

each when we were kids. Everything else in this grand, cold house belonged to Leo. The architectural awards on the shelf, the expensive furnitu

me, but for "redecorating." They were efficient and imperso

from our engagement party, the grand event that celebrated our whirlwind romance and the signing of the prenuptial agreement-the one that stipula

t that now seemed foolish. "Throw it out," I said, my voice empty. I was too tired to feel the pain anymore. The

ed beside him, feeding him grapes. They were laughing about something on TV. They didn

ut, her voice dripping with false sweetne

me. As she did, she "stumbled," and the hot coffee she

he burning liquid seared my skin, and I pu

watch where you're going?" he said, his voice full of irritation direct

was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. The blatant cruelty, the comple

he pain in my hand, the ache in my womb, the crushing weight of betrayal-it all converged into one unbearable point. My knees b