My Child’s Death, His Total Ruin
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On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband, Gabriel.
The problem was, I was severely allergic to roses — something I'd told him countless times.
"Same order number, two deliveries," the delivery man said casually, glancing at his clipboard.
My blood ran cold.
The man who'd claimed he had to work late — who couldn't even spare me a simple "Happy anniversary" — was at that very moment holding another woman in his arms. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. A designer handbag. Diamond jewelry. And on his face, a tender smile I hadn't seen once in five years of marriage.
For him, I had given up everything. I'd gone from being the pampered darling of the Rivers family to a wife crammed into a tiny apartment, comparing prices across three different grocery stores just to stretch every dollar. I'd filed down every sharp edge I had. Swallowed every last ounce of my pride.
And yet here he was — while I was still carrying his child — lavishing the very best of everything on someone else.
Gabriel, you dare betray me?
Then that CEO seat? Consider it gone.
A once-formidable heiress, dulled and diminished by love, was about to reclaim everything she'd lost. The masks were coming off.
And the reckoning was just beginning.
The problem was, I was severely allergic to roses — something I'd told him countless times.
"Same order number, two deliveries," the delivery man said casually, glancing at his clipboard.
My blood ran cold.
The man who'd claimed he had to work late — who couldn't even spare me a simple "Happy anniversary" — was at that very moment holding another woman in his arms. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. A designer handbag. Diamond jewelry. And on his face, a tender smile I hadn't seen once in five years of marriage.
For him, I had given up everything. I'd gone from being the pampered darling of the Rivers family to a wife crammed into a tiny apartment, comparing prices across three different grocery stores just to stretch every dollar. I'd filed down every sharp edge I had. Swallowed every last ounce of my pride.
And yet here he was — while I was still carrying his child — lavishing the very best of everything on someone else.
Gabriel, you dare betray me?
Then that CEO seat? Consider it gone.
A once-formidable heiress, dulled and diminished by love, was about to reclaim everything she'd lost. The masks were coming off.
And the reckoning was just beginning.














































