You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback

I lay on the freezing bathroom floor, my life slipping away in crimson rivulets as I lost the baby Harrison claimed he wanted more than breath itself.

In the next room, my husband was laughing into his phone, discussing party decorations with his mistress.

When I finally dragged myself to the door to beg for help, he just stepped over me.

"Call a doctor," he sighed, annoyed. "I have to go. Brooke's flight lands in an hour."

Three days later, during a bank robbery, the gunmen held pistols to both our heads and gave Harrison a choice: save me, or save his mistress.