He Craved My Love When I Stopped Serving Him

When I lost my baby in a car accident, Preston just happened to be driving by with his female assistant in the passenger seat.

He saw my white dress soaked in blood, shielded his assistant's curious eyes, and coldly muttered, "Bad luck. Don't look." Then he sped off.

That same night, while I was in the bedroom, I found a lace bra stuffed in the corner of our closet—a bra that definitely wasn't mine.

Closing the closet door, I calmly dialed a number. "Mr. Miller, I've made up my mind. I can leave the city next week and start at your company."