---- Chapter 1 The procedure was over quickly, but the pain was far worse than I had anticipated. I found myself absentmindedly touching my now- flat stomach. There had been a life once. The brief bond I shared with this child felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake from. For five months, I endured my husband's cold indifference and impatience and Macy Ericson's smug provocations. Every night, the tension would haunt my dreams, leaving me drenched in cold sweat. Now, though, it was over. ---- That tiny life inside me had saved me. After three days of recovery at the hospital, I was finally discharged. Yet, as I stepped out, my husband, Randall Harris, was Waiting at the entrance. He held a bouquet of champagne roses, my favorite. The moment he saw me, he draped a coat over my shoulders. "It's cold out. Why are you dressed so little?" He offered the roses to me. "Do you like them?" I knew what he was doing, offering me a way to smooth things over. It was our unspoken rule: when one of us upset the other, a favorite gift was meant to act as an apology and compensation. In the past, I would've been easy to appease. A simple gesture from Randall and I'd have come running back like a puppy desperate for affection. ---- However, the sight of him just disgusted me now. This man didn't deserve to be my child's father. Two weeks ago, he'd invited me to a company party. When J arrived, I found a crowd of men and women completely drunk, sprawled across the lounge. Macy was seated comfortably on Randall's lap, gazing at him with sultry eyes. Their faces were so close their lips nearly touched. The air between them was electric. The moment they noticed me, the mood shifted. A few people looked away awkwardly, as if my presence had ruined their fun. Macy immediately scrambled off Randall, avoiding my gaze like a guilty child. In a fit of rage, I smashed everything in the lounge.