From Broken Wife To Billionaire Power

Lying in the hospital bed, I clutched my empty stomach, the doctor' s words about my miscarriage still ringing in my ears.

I called my husband, desperate for comfort, but he sounded annoyed.

"Allison, not now," Erik snapped. "Barbie' s dog is throwing up. She' s hysterical. Just get a cab and stop being so dramatic."

He hung up on his wife who just lost their child to comfort his mistress' s Pomeranian.

When I dragged my broken body home, he didn't hug me. He forced me to apologize to the dog.