I Aborted The Billionaires Only Heir
Language: en
On our eighth wedding anniversary, I had everything perfectly arranged. The candlelight was soft, the steak was resting, and tucked beneath my napkin was a positive pregnancy test—the surprise I had waited years to give him. Then, my phone buzzed. A FaceTime call from Gary. The background was a chaotic blur of a dimly lit lounge. His voice was thick, a strange, gravelly rasp that made my skin crawl. But it was the angry red mark on the side of his neck that caught the light, bright and unmistakable. “Hey, babe. Guess what I’ve been up to?” He grinned, that lopsided, playful smirk that used…