No Cure For Stolen Hearts
Language: en
My ex-husband was on the phone, begging me to save his son. His opening line was a thirty-million-dollar offer. Even after fifteen years, I recognized David’s voice instantly. "You’re just a academic," he said, his tone as insufferably arrogant as ever. "Could you make thirty million in a lifetime?" Fifteen years ago, David decided I wasn't pretty enough or rich enough. Worse, he couldn't stand our chronically ill daughter, viewing her medical bills as an anchor dragging him down. So he walked out and married into old money. Then, when his new wife's child needed a heart, David took our…