Blurb：
When 66 failed IVF cycles shatter Audra Dempsey’s dreams of motherhood, her world collapses—not from infertility, but betrayal. Her husband, billionaire heir **Everett Creighton**, and trusted fertility doctor **Briar Langley** unveil a twisted surrogacy scheme: Briar’s offer to “borrow” Everett’s sperm under the guise of single motherhood. But Audra’s refusal sparks a war.
As Everett’s icy cruelty and Briar’s tearstained manipulation escalate, the **Creighton dynasty’s darkest secrets** emerge. From Briar’s Instagram-broadcast “fainting spells” to Everett’s swift remarriage weeks after divorcing Audra, their facade cracks—revealing a **fake pregnancy plot** to secure the **Creighton Trust’s billion-dollar inheritance**.
Now branded a “barren bride” by society and her venomous mother-in-law **Margo**, Audra uncovers Briar’s fertility fraud. Armed with the **Creighton Christening Gown’s torn lace** and Celeste Bébé’s surveillance footage, she confronts Everett’s empire. Can Audra dismantle their lies before Briar’s unborn “heir” steals everything?
A scorching tale of **infertility revenge**, **high-society scandal**, and one woman’s fight to reclaim her voice.
Content：
§PROLOGUESince you can't... what if you let me?
The voice was a gentle murmur, a silken thread weaving through the lingering fog of anesthesia.
Dr. Briar Langley’s hand was cool and steady on Audra’s, her thumb tracing soothing circles over Audra’s knuckles.
Let me carry a child for him. For you both.
The words were spoken with such rehearsed sincerity, such practiced compassion, that for a moment, they almost made sense.
Almost.
Audra’s vision swam, focusing on the crisp white coat, the perfectly coiffed blonde hair, the sympathetic blue eyes that had witnessed every one of her sixty-six failures.
Her doctor.
Her friend.
The woman now offering to take her place in her husband’s bed, cloaked in the noble sacrifice of surrogacy.
A bitter, metallic taste flooded Audra’s mouth, sharp and real.
It was the taste of betrayal.
§01
The operating room doors hissed open, and the world rushed back in sterile, fluorescent clarity.
Everett Creighton strode forward, his handsome face a mask of concern, his bespoke suit uncreased by hours of waiting.
But he walked past her gurney.
He walked directly to Dr. Briar Langley, who stood pulling off her surgical gloves.
He took Briar’s hands in his, his brow furrowed with a tenderness Audra hadn’t seen directed at her in years.
"Briar, thank you for your hard work. For being with us through another disappointment."
His voice was a low, intimate rumble, filled with a shared sorrow that pointedly excluded Audra.
Briar offered a weary, professional smile, gently extracting her hands from his grip.
"It's my duty, Mr. Creighton. Please don't worry too much. Audra's body needs to rest."
Two nurses began to push Audra’s gurney down the hall.
As they passed the pair, their voices dropped to conspiratorial whispers.
"Dr. Langley is a saint, doing all these procedures herself. And Mr. Creighton is so devoted to her."
"I know, right? If you didn't know better, you'd think they were the couple."
§02
Back in the sterile luxury of the VIP suite, Everett followed, carrying an insulated thermos.
His face was once again arranged into the familiar expression of dutiful care.
He poured a fragrant, steaming broth into a porcelain bowl.
"Audra, I had the chef prepare that custom vitality broth from Erewhon. You need to replenish your strength."
The rich, savory aroma filled the air.
Audra started to push herself up, wincing at the dull ache in her abdomen, a phantom pain for a hope that was never there.
But he took that first bowl and walked straight to the doorway, where Briar was reviewing Audra's chart.
"Briar, you've been working all morning. You have some first, to keep your energy up."
Briar looked up, a performance of surprise on her face, and waved her hands dismissively.
"Oh, I couldn't possibly. This was made for Audra."
"It's fine, there's plenty more for her," Everett insisted, pressing the bowl into her hands. "Your health is just as important."
After she’d finished the broth, Briar walked to Audra’s bedside, her face a mask of clinical regret.
She handed a file not to Audra, but to Everett.
"Mr. Creighton, based on the latest data from this cycle, Audra’s reproductive function has deteriorated significantly. There is no longer a viable path to natural conception."
Everett’s jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the report.
Briar looked from Everett to Audra, then took a deep, theatrical breath.
She took Audra’s cold hand in hers, her expression one of profound, heartfelt sincerity.
"Audra, I know this is incredibly difficult to accept, but we have to face reality."
§03
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