Unworthy Wife To Billionaire Queen

Summary

On the day of our eighth wedding anniversary, I lost our baby in the crushing anonymity of the Chicago L-train.

Someone shoved me—a frantic commuter, a faceless blur—and I went down. By the time I reached the hospital, the white tile floor was the last thing I saw before the world went dark. When I woke up, my husband, Bennett, wasn't there. He told me over a crackling phone line that a "crucial client" required his undivided attention. He left me to sign the surgical consent forms with a shaking hand, alone in a room that smelled of antiseptic and grief.