After My Husband Abandoned Me, I Became a Billionaire

Synopsis

The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was my only companion in the sterile hospital room. I stared at the ceiling, counting the tiny holes in each tile as I had for the past eighteen hours. My hand rested protectively over my now-empty womb, the other clutching the grainy ultrasound photo—the only proof I had that my baby had ever existed at all. Three days ago, I'd been planning a nursery. Now, I was recovering from a D&C procedure, my body as hollow as my heart. Northwestern Memorial Hospital's maternity ward was cruelly ironic—a place meant for new life had become my sanctuary of grief. "Mrs. Walsh?" A nurse with kind eyes poked