My Queen Era
Language: en
To safely deliver my twins, I splurged a quarter of a billion dollars building myself a luxury maternity center. For six months, my husband was by my side, never leaving. When I suffered a massive hemorrhage during childbirth and needed emergency care, he cried so hard he nearly fainted, vowing to cherish me forever. But the day I was discharged, he took me to his old, dilapidated pre-marriage apartment. He helped me, step by agonizing step, climb seventeen flights of stairs. His eyes were bloodshot as he tenderly wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. He said he’d had the maternity center…