I Came Back Only to Ruin You

A month ago, my son died on his fifth birthday.

When a Ferris wheel cable snapped, I used my body to shield him as we plunged toward the ground. Three weeks later, I woke from a coma to learn he had been declared brain dead.

Instead of grieving with me, my husband, Victor, blamed me for our son's death and ordered the doctors to keep me sedated.

But I heard everything.

Victor and my best friend, Miranda, had been hiding a child together—a sickly boy who desperately needed a transplant. And my son had become their salvation.

I still remember Victor's words: "The transplant worked. Miranda's son will live."

That was the moment my heart turned to stone.

Rather than calling the police, I contacted the one man Victor feared most—Elias Vance, his billionaire rival.

"Do you still want me?" I asked. "If so, marry me."

Soon, I'll be Mrs. Vance.

And Victor and Miranda will pay for what they did to my son.