Bride of Retribution
On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. 
The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.”
With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?”
On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice.
“In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave.
“Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?”
He hung up right after.
I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow.
“Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”