I Faked My Death, He Never Knew Why
Language: en
"Natalie, this is the last viable embryo. Without Mr. Sterling's signature, we cannot proceed with the transfer." I clutched my phone. The screen showed I'd called him 99 times. No response to any of them. But on TV, Adrian Sterling was in Switzerland rescuing his first love. He held that woman in his arms. "I love you. Even if it costs me these hands, I'm willing to save you." He'd forgotten. Today was our last chance to become parents. Ninety-nine hormone injections, three years of torture, wounds covering my body. I'd shouldered the family shame of his infertility for him, yet…