For His Missing Ex, I Lost Nine Months of Pregnancy1
On the day I turned nine-month pregnant, Thalia Fenty, my husband’s beloved ex, was kidnapped.
All the evidence found in her room pointed straight to me.
Without asking a single question, without giving me a chance to explain, Cortland Dorance, my husband, tied me up and dragged me onto the frisbee. It was a cruel contraption of his own design. He wanted me to confess his ex’s whereabouts.
“Even nine months pregnant, you’re still not worth a single toe of Thalia’s! You’d better tell me where she is, or else—”
A dagger, meant only to threaten me, whistled through the air and veered off course—embedding itself straight into my chest.
I instantly collapsed into a pool of blood. For a moment, I truly thought he might feel remorse. But instead, I only heard him furiously blaming me.
“You brought that on yourself, Saylor!”
He had no idea… I was the largest investor behind his company.
When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor told me my baby couldn’t be saved. My heart went cold like all life had drained from it.
At that moment, I made two decisions.
First, I would pull all my investments and drag Cortland’s company into ruin.
Second, I would divorce Cortland and leave that bastard forever!
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Saylor’s POV
Once the decision was made, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I instructed my assistant to prepare the divorce agreement immediately—the sooner, the better.
It was also time I called my parents.
“Mom. Dad. I’m withdrawing my investment from Dorance Industries. I’m divorcing Cortland. I’m coming home to take over the family company.”
“My good girl,” Mom said, relief clear in her voice. “You’ve finally come to your senses! Don’t worry. We’ll prepare everything right away!”
As I listened to their voices on the phone, I lowered my eyes to my belly.
It used to be round and full, as big as a watermelon. Now, it was flat.
Only the jagged scar across my abdomen reminded me that there had once been a child growing inside me—a baby due in just a few days.
Nine months. That child had almost made it into this world!
But because of Cortland’s blind rage and mistrust, my baby had died before it even had a chance to be born!
After ending the call, I turned to the hospital staff, intending to request the baby’s body.
But before I could, I walked straight into Cortland’s assistant Kenney Quainton and the surgeon who had performed my C-section.