Marrying My Ex's Archenemy for Revenge

Synopsis

My daughter, Nora Moretti, died in the hallway of Greyhaven Medical Center. She was only four years old. Her little face was burning with fever, her fingers clinging desperately to my shirt, her voice barely a whisper, as fragile as wet paper. "Mommy, is Daddy here?" she asked. I didn't answer. Before she died, I called her father, Lucas Moretti, twenty-seven times. The first call went unanswered. On the ninth call, his secretary said he was busy. By the seventeenth call, I was on my knees at the ER billing desk, begging them to treat Nora right away. The nurse leaned in and whispered that all my accounts were frozen, including Nora's medical trust. On the twenty-seventh call, Lucas finally answered.