Too Late To Beg: The Genius Ex-Wife

The day my son called another woman "Mom," I signed the divorce papers and left. Five years later, now a top scientist, my ex-husband cornered me at a gala. I tried to push him away, but he gripped my waist tighter, his hot breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Stop pretending," he rasped. "Your body still remembers me." I scoffed. "Ex-husband, have some dignity." Just then, my phone rang with my son's desperate sobs. "Mommy! The bad woman hurt me... Please come save me! Daddy said you don't want us anymore..."