Too Late For Regret, Mr. Mckinney

From the back cover

For two years, Everleigh Conway hid from her billionaire husband, building her own company and raising her little boy in peace.

Then, Brice Mckinney found her.

He trapped her in the back of his Maybach and threw a DNA test onto the leather seat.

It showed a zero percent probability of paternity.

"You disappeared for two years to have another man's child?" he growled, his eyes burning with cold fury.

Before she could explain his mistake, Brice launched a ruthless war against her.

He used his massive corporate empire to blacklist her agency.

Overnight, every client canceled. Her investors vanished.

He was systematically starving her business to death, cornering her into bankruptcy just to force her back into her cage as his obedient trophy wife.

"Come back," he demanded, "and we can pretend that boy doesn't exist."

Everleigh felt a suffocating wave of injustice.

He dared to accuse her of betrayal? He dared to demand reasons for why she ran?

He had spent their entire marriage ignoring her, rushing to the side of his childhood sweetheart at every turn, treating Everleigh like a mere asset in his portfolio.

Refusing to be his victim again, Everleigh agreed to meet him one last time.

Instead of surrendering, she slid a grainy photograph across the table.

It showed Brice in Paris, gently caressing his sweetheart's face.

"You want a reason?" Everleigh said coldly. "This was taken the exact day I was in the hospital, having a surgery for our miscarried child."