His Regret, Her Freedom

I married tech mogul Ethan Hayes for one purpose: to save my dying brother.

Five years, a gilded cage.

Curator by day, desperate sister by night, I endured his coldness and countless affairs.

Then, a falling sculpture, a blinding pain, and the secret hope of three months was violently extinguished.

"I lost the baby," I whispered, my voice raw.

His chilling reply: "Don't be dramatic, Ava. I'm busy. Send me the bill."

Two days later, my brother, David, his last will to fight gone, passed.