After Losing Her, He Went Crazy

I found Elon Franco in the slums.

He said he was an orphan, with nothing to his name.

Pregnant and struggling, I worked at the fish market, giving him everything I had.

But when I was drenched in fish soup and trampled underfoot, there he was—

Sitting at the head of a grand table as a wealthy heir, holding Stacy Reed, the girl who once bullied me.

His eyes swept over me like I was a stranger.

"I don’t know her."

"How could I be connected to someone like her?"

At eighteen, I saved Elon from the rooftop.

Six years later, I lost our child. He married someone else and told me to die.

Yet when I woke, he was on his knees, begging me—a poor, broken woman—for the love I once gave him.