The Day My Heart Died

ly, my billionaire husband lock

was also in labor, and her son had to be born first

me a gold-digging actress. His sister, Collins, then came to the door, not

te-of-the-art hospital," she sneered.

his own security and medical staff, ordering them not to touch

ing to sacrifice me and our child for a legacy.

my father was. And now, six months after they left m

pte

e with the force of a vise grip. It was

e was only eight

ve instinct kicking in. "Brogan," she gasped,

ion, stood by the window of their master bedroom. He didn't turn aroun

pain cresting. She tried to stand, her legs

love with, was a mask of cold calculation. There was none of t

id. His voi

rgotten, replaced by a chilling confusion. "

n't reach out to comfort her. He stopped a few fe

ike hearing a foreign language. "Wait

ss there pierced her. "Kennedy's water broke an

o pregnant. Due any day now. Grace knew all th

ng against the bedpost as another contraction ri

" Brogan stated, as if explain

lic when Brogan's lawyers had explained it to her before their wedding. A formality. The firstborn grandso

uld matter. She never t

with the mounting pain. "You're talking about our son. Yo

ness. "It's about legacy. It's my duty to my brother. His son dese

t responsible for. Kennedy, his manipulative sister-in-law, had played on that guilt ever since, painting herself as a tra

was

o me?" she cried out, her v

ve. "You're faking. You've known about the clause. You

ieved was a modest background, a fact his family never let her forget. They saw her as a gold-digger, an outside

bed, clutching her stomach. "Lo

hought," he sneered. "It doesn't

p was bruising. He started

Don't do this. I love you. Let's just go to the hospital. I don't care about the i

ged her down the hallway,

easy for you to say that now, isn't

or set flush against the wall, disguis

r escalating. The room was soundproof, win

en, revealing a small, cold, sterile space with a single chair and a toilet. "Ju

rd floor, the impact jarring her, sendin

g you!" she screamed, scram

a flicker of something-doubt? guilt?-crossed his features.

he said, his voice low. "You were

gan to close, cut

OGA

ped her. She was alone, trapped, her body betraying her, with the onl

a tomb to delay the

the relentless rhythm of her contractions. They were coming closer together, stronger, tear

oor, screaming until her voice was raw, knowing no one could hear her. The panic room was designed to keep the wo

the oppressive silence. "

en. It was a sharp, tearing sensation. She cried out, curling into a ball. Something

In the pitch black, she couldn't see, but s

shed over her. "My baby," sh

l in the door slid open. A face appeared in the

nger sister. Her face was twisted in

sperate surge of hope flooding her. "He

high, cruel sound that e

" she sneered. "Did you really thi

ag herself closer to the opening. "I'm in dange

manicured nails. "He said you were a greedy little snake. I always knew it. I tol

the face, but Grace ignored t

of me!" she gasped. "Just hel

nded by the best doctors," Collins said coolly. "His name will be Liam, and he

"You know, if you had just accepted your place, maybe things woul

The world was starting to spin. T

" she whispered, her

She held up her phone. "Brogan is on the line. H

she called out, trying to make her voice louder. "Brogan, listen to

r a moment, then looked back at

r voice dripping with contempt. "He says Kennedy is having

re. With Kennedy. While his own wife an

e," Grace whispered, the re

Collins said. "He knows

likely fueled by whatever Brogan had just said to h

he reached through the opening, and Grace flinched, but Collins w

ll, sleek ob

t," Collins said, her eyes gleaming wit

ute, shot through Grac

The taser crackled with a terrifying blu

en she