He Thought I Was Dead. Then He Met His Daughter.

Synopsis

Sixth anniversary gala. Three hundred guests. My husband pulled his pregnant mistress close and announced to the room: "She'll be the next Mrs. Thorne." I smiled. I signed the divorce papers. He didn't even glance at them. That night, I crashed my car. Everyone thought I was dead. Including him. He didn't come to my funeral. He married his mistress. He moved into my house. What he didn't know-I was alive. With the child he'd signed away. With the worthless scraps of stock he'd tossed me like pocket change. Five years. I raised that child alone. I turned those scraps into a company big enough to crush his throat. Now his empire is crumbling. I'm the only one who can save him. He walks in with his contract, confident, ready to deal-And then he sees the little girl in my arms. Those eyes. Exactly like his. He freezes. I smile. "Sign it, Alaric. Just like you made me sign mine." "Only this time-" "You're the one on your knees."