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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."

Double Divorce, Mother-Daughter Revenge

My first encounter with Liam was when I was merely a fledgling designer.


He was a client for a project I was providing consultation on, and he made it a point to visit and sit in my office every day, without exception. This was the process through which we became acquainted. Our story began after he offered me a ride home during a torrential downpour.


Our beginning was exceptionally sweet and imbued with romance, but its conclusion was the stuff of nightmares.


No third party ever came between us, attempting to drive us apart, nor did he have a past love who made a sudden return. The relationship ended for the sole reason that he valued his father's "business associate" more than me—a valuation so high it eclipsed the life of his own unborn child.


That was the singular, insurmountable obstacle between us.


Chapter 6