Pregnant and Abandoned: My Billionaire Ex Regretted Leaving When the Lawsuit Revealed the Truth

The red light on the videographer’s camera was a motionless, unblinking eye.

The conference room air was recycled and cold, smelling of ozone and nervous sweat. Sarah sat at the far end of the mahogany table, her hands folded over her stomach, shielding the life inside.

Julian sat opposite her. The immaculate tech mogul was fraying at the edges. His tie was a millimeter askew. A vein throbbed in his temple, visible beneath the harsh fluorescent lights.

Marcus Wolf didn’t sit. He paced behind Julian’s chair, a shark circling chum.

“Mr. Blackwood,” Marcus said, his voice deceptively soft. “Let’s look at Exhibit 4-B. The internal memo dated August 14th.”

Julian didn’t touch the paper. “I sign hundreds of documents a week. My time is worth five thousand dollars a minute. This is harassment.”

“This memo outlines the teratogenic effects of your flagship diet pill,” Marcus continued, leaning in close. “It says, explicitly, ‘Risk of birth defects in first trimester: High.’ You initialed it right here.”

Julian scoffed, finally looking at Sarah. His gaze was devoid of warmth—pure, distilled hatred.

“That woman is delusional,” Julian spat, pointing a manicured finger at her. “She’s trying to bankrupt a Fortune 500 company because she couldn’t produce a viable heir. She’s a liability.”

Sarah flinched, but she didn’t look away.

“A liability?” Marcus dropped a stack of photos on the table. Images of malformed limbs from animal trials. “Or a victim of your cost-cutting?”

“I have a fiduciary duty!” Julian’s voice rose, cracking. “My investors needed reassurance!”

Marcus slammed his hand on the table, rattling the water pitcher. “So you buried the report? You let your own wife take a poison pill to protect your stock price?”

Julian stood up, knocking his chair back. His lawyers scrambled to grab his arms, whispering frantically for him to shut up, but the narcissism had boiled over.

“There is no stock price if the product is recalled!” Julian screamed, his face turning a violent shade of purple. “I didn’t do it to hurt her! I did it for the company! Better one defective brat is flushed than the Blackwood legacy dies!”

The silence that followed was absolute.

The court reporter stopped typing. Julian’s lead attorney put his head in his hands.

Marcus smiled, cold and terrifying. He pointed to the red light of the camera.

“‘I did it for the company,’” Marcus repeated slowly. “We have that on tape, Mr. Blackwood. You just confessed to negligent homicide.”