What would you do if a super handsome billionaire asked you for a date? That's right; you would accept his invitation as I did with a hope higher than Mt. Everest.
I was the happiest woman on earth when he proposed shortly after.
He married me, pledged me a life I desired, and he hungrily claimed my virginity. And I learned how to make him happy in bed.
Then I discovered the divorce papers! I don't understand! His excuses have now become clear to me... What a fool I was! But what if he knew I was pregnant? Would he change his mind? Having lost all hope, disappearing would be the right course of action for me. As I was not sure if he would even try to convince me that I mattered...