His Secretary Took My Room — I Left Him with the BabyChapter 1

On our wedding anniversary, seven months pregnant, I rushed to the meeting place my husband, Daniel Reed, had texted me—bringing along our three-year-old daughter, Emma Reed—only to be kidnapped.

The kidnappers forced me to call Daniel 99 times, but every call went unanswered. Because of that delay, Emma was thrown into a pit of snakes and fatally bitten, while I nearly suffered a miscarriage from the trauma.

Fighting for our lives, I finally got her to the hospital, only to have the road blocked by Daniel’s secretary, Sophie Lane, who was hosting her own birthday banquet. By the time I made it to the emergency room, Emma’s little face was already pale and lifeless.

The doctors shook their heads.

“Ma’am, we’re sorry. She died from the venom. If you had arrived ten minutes earlier, she could have been saved.”

Before I could even grieve, Daniel’s impatient voice came over the phone:

“Claire Whitmore, can’t you be more understanding? Sophie is the daughter of a billionaire—without her, I could never close this deal.”