Too Late for Regrets: The Billionaire's Ruin

Five years ago, the day my water broke.

The sharp, agonizing contractions rippled through my entire body. Shaking violently, I clutched my phone and called Adrian Vance, begging for help.

"Adrian, the doctor says the baby is losing oxygen. Please, can you come to the hospital?"

On the other end of the line, Adrian’s voice was filled with nothing but cold impatience.

"Having babies is what women are built for, Claire. You aren't going to die. Stop using these cheap tricks to get my attention."

"Chloe is terrified of thunderstorms. I have to be with her."

The line went dead.