Semua Bab FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The deep, dark odor of this place could not be covered up by the scent of formalin and fake flowers. I carried her in my arms, a frail weight wrapped in white linen that felt incredibly little against the pit of my chest. My loose black dress, hanging on a frame scoured by anguish, murmured around my legs with each stride. There was no choir or procession of grieving loved ones. It's just me. Only the echoes of my own footsteps on the clean tile.Angela had always hated the cold.The crematory helper, a man with a friendly face and a professionally sad voice, held open the hefty door. "Right this way, Ms. Arcony."I placed her on the impersonal metal platform, my hands resting on the linen shroud. I removed the hair pins from my pocket. I made them myself for her seventh birthday just two months ago, tiny, beautiful butterflies made of sea glass and silver wire. She yelled with delight and threw her arms over my neck. "They're perfect, Mommy!" I'll be wearing these every day! "The

The hospital corridor was a blur of white and beige, a numb haze I was moving through. I had to sign some papers. Release her records. Make it official. Make my daughter’s death a administrative fact.As I turned a corner, the world became more painfully stark.There they were. Lanc, Stella, and Jenny, huddled outside a private room. Jenny was the perfect example of a weak recovery, appearing thin and pale in a hospital gown. The recovery made possible by my daughter’s stolen chance.My feet stopped moving. My blood turned to ice. They hadn’t seen me yet.Stella’s voice, a syrupy simper, carried down the hall. “The doctor says the transplant took perfectly, my love. It’s a miracle.”A miracle built on a grave, I thought, my hands curling into fists at my sides.It was then that Jenny spotted me. Her eyes, far too knowing for a child, widened. Not with fear, but with a calculated glee. She let out a tiny, theatrical gasp and clutched at Stella’s arm.“Mommy!” she whimpered, her voice p

The darkness behind my eyes felt like a terrifying car crash at night. I was in the back of an ambulance, holding Angela’s small, cold hand. Her face was pale, a stark contrast to the dark blood matting her hair.“Daddy’s coming, baby,” I whispered, my voice cracking with a lie I desperately wanted to believe. “He’s coming. He has the special blood. He’s going to make it all better.”Her eyelids fluttered. “He promised… he’d read me a story…”In the nightmare, I could feel the life seeping out of her, a slow, terrible leak. I chafed her hands, pulled my coat tighter around her, trying to keep her warm. “Stay with me, Angela. Stay with Mommy. Please.”The hospital. The frantic rush. The doctor’s grim face.“We need to operate now. She’s lost too much blood. We need the transfusion. Where is Mr. Arcony? We’ve paged him six times.”My own voice, shrill with panic. “He’s not answering! He’s at dinner! Please, you have to find him!”But he was unreachable. Seated at a candlelit table, laug

The click of the penthouse door closing behind Doña Caridad was the most satisfying sound I’d heard in weeks. The air she left behind still felt cold, but the fear was gone. In its place was a razor-sharp clarity. I had a weapon now. Not just the rabbit, but the Arcony family’s terror of their secrets seeing the light of day.I didn’t waste a second. I tucked Angela’s journal into my bag and headed straight for the one place I knew I could find answers, the one place Lanc’s money and influence hadn’t completely sanitized: the old neighborhood where he’d been attacked.The drive was a descent into another city, one Lanc had risen far above. The sleek glass towers gave way to cramped buildings with rusted fire escapes and bodegas with bright, handwritten signs. This was where his myth began. This was where I would start to end it.I parked my unassuming sedan and started walking, feeling eyes on me. I was an outsider here, my grief and anger poorly disguised by my jeans and sweater. I n

The silence after Lanc left was heavier than before, filled with the echo of his monstrous confession. *She was weak.* The words were branded onto my soul. Dr. Sapiera helped me to the couch, his hands gentle, his face a mask of horrified sympathy.“I need to get you ice for that,” he murmured, looking at the welt rising on my cheek.“Later,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady. The shock was receding, burned away by a cold, focused fury. I pointed to the crumpled file on the floor. “We need that.”He retrieved it, carefully smoothing out the pages. The evidence was all there, a roadmap of betrayal signed by Stella’s brother. It was a weapon, but as Lanc had so clearly demonstrated, a useless one against his power and influence. He’d swat any legal challenge away like a gnat.“He’s right, you know,” I said, more to myself than to the doctor. “Going public, going to the police… it’s what he expects. He’s already prepared for it. He’ll paint me as a hysterical, grieving widow, and you as