Ninety-Nine Stars, One Lost Child

My billionaire boyfriend promised he would only grant ninety-nine wishes for his first love, who had been injured and lost her memory.

I silently counted every single one. Yet, when the ninety-ninth wish was fulfilled, I caught them locked in a passionate embrace.

After that, I stopped nagging him. I stopped begging for his attention or fighting him over his constant need to care for her.

I only asked him for one thing: a small infant anklet. I told him it was a keepsake for our unborn child.