Iris Grant

The day I found out I was pregnant, I was also diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor.

While I was facing death alone, my husband, Sean, made headlines for embracing his first love at the airport.

That night, he pinned me beneath him and laughed coldly, “How am I supposed to give you a child if I don’t touch you?”

So I kicked him away—and later, I ended our unborn child myself.

With only one year left, I returned to the AI field, determined to reclaim the life he destroyed.

But when my company’s core secrets were leaked, every clue pointed to him…