apter 2
Just as she was about to turn and gloat at me, I slapped her to the ground.
My assistant nearby quickly covered my son’s eyes and carried him back inside.
Ivy clutched her face, screaming as she tried to lunge at me. I grabbed her hair and slapped her again.
“How dare you! How dare you say that kind of thing in front of my son!”
I was shaking with rage.
“Owen, save me!”
A shocked Owen Pierce snapped back to reality and immediately stepped in front of me. He grabbed my hand and growled, “Enough.”
“Ivy wasn’t wrong. If you hadn’t been sleeping around with men while you were pregnant, why would Mason’s health be so poor? This is what you deserve.”
Even knowing how heartless this man could be, my heart was still deeply wounded.
Back when Mason was born at seven months, the company Owen and I had built together faced its biggest crisis.
The funding chain had collapsed.
If we didn’t solve this problem, bankruptcy was inevitable.
When he was ready to give up, I was the one who went out with my pregnant belly, begging people to invest.
Finally, I successfully secured the investment.
But the baby was born premature because I’d overworked myself.
I had clearly caused the premature birth because I was working for the company, which is why Mason was born with a weak constitution.
But they twisted my efforts into something so disgusting.
Owen didn’t care about my pain at all.
“Look at yourself right now–you’re acting like a lunatic.”
Ivy shrieked behind him, “Owen, hit her back! I want her to pay for what she did to me!”
Just as I was about to throw caution to the wind and fight to the death, my assistant came running out anxiously, holding my son.
“Ms. Blake, the young master can’t breathe.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.