My mother and I married a father and son. I became the wife of architect Liam Ashford, while she married his father Julian, the firm's founder.
"What now, Chloe? We're saving Scarlett's assets. You'll have to wait."
During a wildfire, I, eight months pregnant, dragged my mother with her weak heart to safety. My husband and stepfather chose to save another woman's legacy instead of their family.
They called it business. I called it a choice.
A choice that cost me my unborn son.
When they came to my recovery room, they only asked about the woman they had rescued. My husband Liam shoved me, his face twisted with rage at my "pathetic drama."
Then his eyes found my empty stomach. "Chloe," he choked out, "where is the baby?"
"Gone," I whispered, relishing his horror. "And it was the Ashford heir you wanted so badly."