Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

ou the right to go behind Bethany's back and dona

exclusive suite, jabbing her finger at her younger

medicine in hand when she caught the sound of he

s so steady it almost sounded heartless. "Karen was on th

ave of cold dread wa

That was Brodie's firs

aying it was necessary for their future IVF plans-had been

to get her to agree to a bone marrow extraction

and even had a high fever for several days in a row. That was al

er once before and spent five years confined to a bed. Bethany was the one who never left your side durin

thout a hitch. Bethany's recovered, so there's no point dragging this out. Kare

at about Bethany? Does she

thany felt as if her veins had turned to ice.

he saw Brodie, and she'd fallen for h

hed by enemies because of Karen

ng herself between Brodie and those thugs,

cued, she was co

al, Brodie clung to her, his face streaked wit

n the kind of husband everyone

ed she was the happie

place in his heart was far inf

the shouting sl

h, lifted her chin, and qu

m crying. As soon as she spotted Bethany, a ru

e beneath a gentle smile. "Did you get the medicine?" he as

ed him and answered in a calm, fl

't noticed her distance and gave her

nurse's desk, hushed voices from

Mrs. Wilson, they'r

Wilson is rich, good-looking, and his reputatio

old. Not everyone gets to marry

ld think about was how he'd used her for his career, and now she

uddenly rang. He checked the caller ID, allowing a brief smile

ht a glimpse of the na

her heart plunge i

you?" Her voice sounde

an urgent matter at work I need to deal with," he said, stretching out his han

h steady composure. "But it's the weekend. What could p

to a look of gentle irritation. "Just listen, okay?

onate, but she could hear

e, Brodie effortless

led in, carefully shuttin

ome," he called out from the wind

led forward, pi

away, making a beeline for his sleek black Bentley, go

es squeezed shut. When she finally ope

he needed a divorce. No matter what it

never end up in the hands of

ontact she almost never called. That number be

t formidable attorneys, famous for neve

long breath, she dialed the numb

ge from an unfamiliar number lit up her

just give up. What's the point of holdin

e a branding iron, scorc

he driver asked, shooting a loo

abruptly, Bethany let the rush of air slap her cheeks

o green. The driver withdrew his gaz

bach approached from t

d in documents, but a strange pang in

g glimpse of Bethany's pale, anguished

ordered, his voice

athan's face, but he didn't waste a second.