Having a bigger belly than last week cause Hailee struggled to get out of bed. She picked up Vincent's white shirt he wore yesterday and draped it around her body like a robe to inhale his scent—her way not to miss her husband so much.
Hailee walked toward the lounge chair facing the window. She sat down and leaned back; her eyes wandered throughout the city. Her gaze narrowed at the gloomy sky as complicated feelings lingered in her chest, messing up her head.
She contemplates…
As of now, she is the richest woman in the world. She was lying on top of gold bars, diamonds, and other precious gemstones. She also has trillions in her Swiss account that won't harm her easily, even if several of their subsidiary companies went close.
