Divorcing My Billionaire Husband After the Miscarriage

After the miscarriage, I clung to Donald Henson in a way I never had before.

Every day I asked him, over and over, whether he blamed me.

I asked for two whole months, and every time he calmed me with the same patience, the same gentleness.

Then, in the third month, an anonymous voice message arrived.

I opened it, and out came Donald's irritated voice:

"I never wanted the kid anyway. It's just as well it's gone."

"She doesn't deserve to be Mrs. Henson. Asking, asking, asking, all day long, like she's out of her mind. I really regret marrying her."