His Fatal Love, Her Bitter End

onor heart to save my life. He was my hero, my entire world after

ecting her all along. She was his

her thugs beat me and dragged me behind their car. He forced me to kneel in t

aby" I had "murdered." On his yacht, he held her in his

pped the urn into the ocean

mp in and find

e my husband's face, the man I

ion, I threw myself

pte

utely certain,

is eyes held a seriousness that cut t

y own voice was a whisper

ree years and an astronomical amount of money to find this donor heart for you. He personally funded the advanced re

o be a lifeline, but t

ecoming more urgent, "your heart will fail. Based on your

. One month. It sounded like

xed on a point just past his shoul

. He saw a fragile woman, the beloved wife of a tech billionaire, inexpli

eed to sign this. It's a waiver, releasing

to be kept confidential. My husband is not to be informed of

but I just looked at him.

n I stood up and walked out of his office, my steps

tor to the top floor, to the private VIP wing that Col

to his wealth and, I had once b

of medical equipment. For three years,

e stroke. She's in a persistent vegetative sta

and walked to her bedside. I took

throat tight. "I'm so

my fault.

r he designed suffered a catastrophic structural failure. The investigation pointed to falsifie

mentored and taken under my wing. Her name was Karma Smith. She was the one w

ntlessly. We poured millions into private inv

The lawsuits bankrupted our family. My mother, overwhelmed by

, I lost

it all. He was my r

wear to you, I will find Karma Smith. I will make her pay for

my grief, he was my only light. I c

r old family photos. Instead, I found a hidden folder. Inside were emails and bank statements. Month

heart, already weak, felt like

ep, while he held me and swore revenge, he w

l. The entire search was a lie.

ghost. All because I trusted the wrong man. Al

monitor next to my mother's bed suddenl

eeee

w. My body went rigid. I cou

e room. I stood in the hallway, a hollow statue, my fingers numbly

disconnected. A moment later,

essage. It was from a number

swollen belly. Below the picture, the text read: "Cole and I are so excited to welcome our

tepped out of my mother's roo

, Mrs. Solomo

My nails had dug so deep into my palm that blood was tric

My last blood r

leaned over my mother's still form

oming. Wait for me. We'll a

s with a mechanical numbness. My mind was a blizzard of

see the truth with my own ey

private, luxury maternity center. Through the tinte

in her pregnancy. She looked

ectively on her back, a soft smile on

Karma whined, leaning against him. "And

ch. "That means he's strong. He's going to be a fighter,

tion. "Living in hiding like that, all because of the Hesters. But

had promised

ut what about Eleanor? I feel so guilty

upt. You were a victim. And she... she'll understand. I'll make sure she's t

in his chest, a triumphant smirk flas

e. It was a physical tearing. Each word, each

re was nothing

ft to cry. There was a place I knew, a cliffside where Cole and I

perfect pla