He signed the divorce papers while his pregnant wife packed one suitcase, never knowing her father could buy his empire before breakfast

monitor tracking her son’s heartbeat.

“Breathe,” the nurse said gently. “You’re doing beautifully.”

Savannah tried to laugh, but pain stole the sound.

“I don’t feel beautiful.”

“You don’t have to,” the nurse said. “You just have to keep going.”

On the side table, Savannah’s phone remained silent but full. Messages from Nathan. Updates from Caldwell. Market continue reading …