Dear Ex-Husband, Stop Begging Me!

I made my boyfriend Charles. I was the silent force behind his company, now the country’s number one architecture firm. I had just closed a billion-dollar deal, and I was expecting a proposal on the night of the celebration after seeing a receipt of a diamond ring in his pocket.

Instead, I was framed by a deep-fake scandal, fired publicly, fainted, and woke up in a hospital bed only to learn I was pregnant.

Desperate to tell him the news and clear my name, I rushed back to our penthouse, only to freeze when I heard Charles laughing in the bedroom with his executive assistant, Elaine.