rning blue, his little body rigid. I dropped everything, scooped him up, and race
state mogul husband, Franklin West, declared bankruptcy. But traffic was a nightmare, and a
a young, beautiful, and very pregnant Janel Morales, his cruel real estate agent. My "ban
I'm stuck. I need you." He dismissed me, claiming he was hiding from credit
s, throwing away more money than I had seen in a year, while our son stru
ile our son was dying? How could he choose a pub
s I had dedicated to this man-it was all gone. He ha
pte
y son Leo ripped through the th
ashing. It shattered in th
face turning a terrifying shade of blue. His eyes, usually lost in
baby, loo
zed, a silent, violent tremor
g against my ribs. This wasn't like his usual
was calm, but her words were a death sentence. "The closest ambulanc
Leo didn't hav
a ten-year-old sedan with a sputtering engine, was my only hope. It was a humiliating relic from our
over. I threw the car into drive and sped toward th
People swore. And in the back seat, m
a detour that spat me out right into
ust with cars, but with a massive crowd of people, all lo
ng. But it w
ls were fluttering
hing, grabbing at the money
h upwards, to one of the largest sc
klin
ng that charismatic smile that had won over a thousand investors and one foolish wife. Beside him s
sion smug, as Franklin orchestra
was hiding from creditors, was literal
fingers slick with swea
second ring. His
ie? I'm in the mi
n't breathe. I'm trying to get to the
breaking, a d
hear the crowd roaring in
low, conspiratorial whisper. "The creditors are everywh
monstrous lie. I was
Leo
vely. "Just get him to the doctor. I'll... I'll wire you
oftop with his pregnant mistress, throwing
epeated, a hollow,
he hu
apped his arm around her, pulling her close and kissing
e had created, and led his new family into a sleek
began to whir, kicking
chaos he created, I watched it lift
small, pained whi
like acid in my stomach.
by," I whispere
had broken. The love, the trust, the years I had dedicated to th
made hi
o save our