Too Late For His Love

I was the genius who built my husband Blake' s billion-dollar empire. For ten years, I was his secret weapon, the ghost in the machine who wrote the code that made him a king.

But when he fell for his doe-eyed intern, Cassidy, the man I loved became a monster.

He threatened to throw our five-year-old son from his private jet just to get her back.

But that was nothing. When Cassidy faked a fatal illness, he orchestrated a car crash that left me paralyzed on an operating table, my body a harvest ground for his new obsession.

I was awake but unable to move as they took my bone marrow. I heard him give the order: "Keep her alive. If this doesn't work, she has another kidney we can use."

He thought he had broken me, that I was just another asset to be parted out.

He forgot one thing: a genius always has a contingency plan.

I activated Project Chimera, an escape protocol I' d built years ago. As the military helicopter lifted off with my son and me, I gave my final order: "Wipe the servers. Burn the lab to the ground."

He could have his little bird. I was taking everything else.