My Ex-Husband Went Mad After I Aborted His Baby
Chapter 1
I was kidnapped in broad daylight while shopping. When the heavy fog of the drug finally cleared, I woke up in a strange hotel room, bound and terrified.
I screamed, fighting with every ounce of strength I had left. Suddenly, the door to the connecting room burst open. My husband, Julian, who was supposed to be away on a business trip, rushed in.
He was completely naked, smelling heavily of sex and cheap sweat.
In a frantic panic, he untied me and dragged me out of the room. As we stumbled into the hallway, I caught a glimpse of the room he had just escaped. Through the half-open door, a woman was sitting on the disheveled bed, her skin flushed, her clothes scattered across the carpet.
I recognized her instantly. Chloe. The college intern Julian’s company had hired at the beginning of the year.
The "forever" he had promised me crumbled to dust right then and there. While I was fighting for my life, my husband was losing himself in another woman's arms just a wall away.
Numb and cold, I dialed my father’s number.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice devoid of emotion. "I’m ready. I’m coming home to take over the family empire."
That was it. I was done wasting my love on the wrong man.