His Empire, My Vengeful Return

My husband watched our newborn son die on the cold hospital floor and called it a "relief."

He threw a check for $100,000 at my feet, telling me to disappear so he could marry his mistress.

He thought I was just a poor nobody he could discard like trash.

I lay in a pool of blood, clutching my lifeless baby, while his mistress, Clarabelle, laughed and kicked me.

They had barred the doctors from entering, turning my delivery room into a torture chamber.

Kenton looked at the tiny, still body and sneered.