Chapter 2Breaking The Billionaires Destined Script

After Milo fell asleep, I pulled up the number that had been sitting in my block list for six years.

My thumb hovered over the "unblock" button, trembling. I couldn't do it.

Dominic and I... we were a lifetime ago.

When my family’s business collapsed, the Thornes decided I was a liability. They arranged a match between Dominic and Becca—the girl everyone said was his "true" soulmate. Dominic fought them. He gave up his inheritance, took a literal beating from his grandfather that left him bedridden for weeks, all for me.

I had cried over his bruised body, and he had just smiled, wiping my tears away, promising me we’d be okay. We were young enough to believe love was a shield. We eloped, I got pregnant, and I spent nine months dreaming of our future.

Then came the day of the delivery.

The pain was agonizing. I called Dominic dozens of times, but he never picked up. A neighbor eventually drove me to the hospital.

When I woke up from the C-section, the man standing over me wasn't my husband. He was a stranger. His eyes were cold, filled with a visceral disgust, as if looking at me made him sick.

It was Becca who eventually came to my room to explain the "truth." She spoke about "narratives" and "destiny," claiming I was just a glitch in the system. She was the protagonist of his life, and I was a side character who had overstayed her welcome. She told me the "universe" had corrected itself. Dominic’s love for me had been a mistake, and now, it had been inverted into pure, unadulterated loathing.

As she left, she looked at me with chilling pity. "Have you thought about what will happen to that child?"

I was broken. My parents had died in a car crash on their way to the hospital to see the baby. I was alone, hemorrhaging money I didn't have, and the man I loved looked at me like I was dirt.

I remember standing by the hospital window, thinking about jumping. Then, I heard a cry from the bassinet.

I walked over, looking at that wrinkled little life, and a horrific thought took root: If I go, what happens to him? Would Becca hurt him? Would Dominic hate him the way he hated me?

Maybe it was better to take him with me.

My hands were shaking as I reached for his tiny neck. In that moment, the crying stopped. The baby opened his eyes—red-rimmed and bright—and looked straight at me, as if he were asking for a hug.

A nurse burst in a second later, pulling me away. I stared at my hands, cold sweat pouring down my back. I had almost killed my own son.

The Thornes heard about the incident. The grandfather came for the child. I didn't fight. I signed the divorce papers, gave up my rights, and took the two-million-dollar settlement. I needed the money for my parents’ medical debts and funeral, and I needed to get away before I destroyed what was left of my soul.

Dominic never showed his face. He hated me too much to even say goodbye.

So I moved on. I told myself it was for the best.

Milo rolled over in his sleep, his warm little body pressing against mine. His tiny hand gripped the fabric of my t-shirt, as if terrified I’d vanish if he let go.

I brushed a stray hair from his forehead, my heart aching. If he knew that his mother had once considered ending his life, would he still be sleeping here? He’d probably run as far away as he could.