I could not bear children.
Some crazy bastard made me an almost billionaire when he sent a bullet into my husband’s skull one late night.
I was alone. I had nobody, absolutely nobody. I had lots of money but money isn’t everything, and when you have nothing else, money is nothing also. I had friends, but they were all wives or girlfriends of my late husband’s business or golfing associates. None of them were personally close enough for me to even consider sharing my intimate thoughts with them.
You would not believe how many times I sat at the kitchen table with a tall tumbler of water in my right hand and a fist full of sleeping pills in my left hand.
I needed a reason to live.
Chelyan
