CEO's Regret After I Divorced
When I finally dragged myself upstairs an hour later, exhaustion weighing my limbs, I found our old bedroom exactly as I remembered.
The king-sized bed where I'd spent so many lonely nights. The elegant furnishings that never felt like mine.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. A maid entered, carrying a steaming cup on a silver tray.
"Mrs. Blackwood asked me to bring this for you," she explained, placing it on the nightstand. "It's her special fertility blend. She says you should drink it while it's hot."
My stomach turned as I recognized the familiar herbal smell.
For three years, I'd choked down similar concoctions—ginseng, royal jelly, weird herbs I couldn't pronounce—all promising to "