He Chose a Secret “Male Heir” Over the Daughter I Was Delivering. I Was the Sole Trustee of His Two-Billion-Dollar Empire

I gave a single nod and said nothing.

“I didn’t ask you here to beg,” he said, and pressed his free hand flat against the glass, his eyes filling.

“I asked you here to tell you I’m sorry.

Every night in that cell I replay the delivery room.

I threw away everything we built, for a lie that was never even mine.”

“You made your choices, Roderick,” I said.

“Is Blythe well?” His voice shook apart on her name.