He Killed My Three Babies , So I Destroyed Him at His Own GalaChapter 1
When I started my husband Piers Stephens's car, I activated the navigation system. "Take me home."
"Navigating to 'Family of Three.'"
The unfamiliar address caught me off guard.
Then I remembered the surprise he'd promised when he found out I was pregnant, and I smiled.
Four years of marriage. Three miscarriages.
This time, we would finally become the family of three we'd always dreamed of.
At a red light, a notification flashed across my phone.
"Stephens Corp CEO Piers Stephens critically injured!"
My heart seized. I tapped the headline immediately.
"Stephens Corp CEO gravely wounded after heroic rescue. Condition critical..."
A ringing filled my ears. Tears blurred my vision.
No. He was going to be fine.
We were about to have our baby. Our child and I couldn't lose him.
I called him ninety-nine times. No answer.
I pulled up his location and found he was at the address the navigation had mentioned: "Family of Three."
Confusion cut through my panic. Why wasn't he at a hospital?
On the hundredth call, he finally picked up. He said he needed a million dollars for surgery.