Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress

For five years, I gave up my career as a Columbia math genius to be Kenneth's devoted wife, enduring painful hormone treatments to carry his heir.

But when I brought him soup in the freezing rain, I found him feeding grapes to his mistress.

He publicly called me a "paid surrogate" and left me stranded in the storm while he drove her home.

When I nearly miscarried from the cold, he didn't care.

Instead, he forced me to sign a brutal agreement to give up my baby after birth.

Later, to protect his mistress's friends, he framed me for a thirty-million-dollar embezzlement at his company.

He even smashed a heavy steel binder into my head, leaving me bleeding, just to defend her fake tears.

"Keep your disgusting charity. With this blow, the five years I gave you are paid in full."

I looked at the cheap pearls his mistress threw at me in mock pity.

I had swallowed every insult for five years, only to realize he just wanted a docile, pathetic shadow.

Wiping the blood from my face, I calmly walked out of his skyscraper.

I called my billionaire brother and accepted the top Wall Street executive job I had deferred.

It was time for the Scott family heiress to take her life back.