No Regrets, No Return, Ex-Husband

Four years ago, I was sold at an auction like property, until Dominic bought me and pulled me out of it. I believed he saved me, believed I owed him my life—until three weeks ago, when I almost died on a hijacked plane and he refused to pay my ransom.

When the gunmen attacked, I shielded my growing belly as everything went dark.

I woke up days later in a coma, only to overhear Dominic speaking coldly to a doctor about my unborn child. “If that thing is still inside her when I return, you’ll lose your hands.”