I Faked My Death, He Never Knew Why

Synopsis

"Natalie, this is the last viable embryo. Without Mr. Sterling's signature, we cannot proceed with the transfer." I clutched my phone. The screen showed I'd called him 99 times. No response to any of them. But on TV, Adrian Sterling was in Switzerland rescuing his first love. He held that woman in his arms. "I love you. Even if it costs me these hands, I'm willing to save you." He'd forgotten. Today was our last chance to become parents. Ninety-nine hormone injections, three years of torture, wounds covering my body. I'd shouldered the family shame of his infertility for him, yet there he was on a cliff's edge, making passionate declarations to his mistress. Later, when I hemorrhaged from my uterus, he kicked me in the knee and cursed me as vile. "Did you miscarry because you were carrying some bastard's child?" Love turned to hate. I came to despise Adrian. Two years after I faked my death and escaped, Adrian tracked me down. I pointed to the man beside me and smiled: "Adrian , let me introduce you. This is my husband." Natalie POV The private hospital's air conditioning ran at full blast. The instant the needle pierced my skin, I felt no pain. This was my ninety-ninth ovarian stimulation injection. "Natalie, this is the last viable embryo we have." The doctor looked at my abdomen, covered in bruises, with sympathy in her eyes. "Is Mr. Sterling still not coming to sign today? Without your spouse present to sign, we