The Cold-Hearted CEO Chose His First Love Over Our Dying Son

Summary

Inside the sealed warehouse, death ticked away in stereo.

My son and the golden retriever belonging to Claire Travis—my husband's "one that got away"—were strapped to separate time bombs.

My husband, Leon Weiss, the city's chief bomb disposal expert, could only save one.

I clawed at his arm, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "Save David! He's your own flesh and blood!"

Leon's gaze flickered. For a fraction of a second, conflict warred behind his eyes.

Claire Travis wept, shaking her head as she looked at him. "Leon, A-Jin is the only thing my father left me...