Chapter 1

My billionaire boyfriend promised he would only grant ninety-nine wishes for his first love, who had been injured and lost her memory.

I silently counted every single one. Yet, when the ninety-ninth wish was fulfilled, I caught them locked in a passionate embrace.

After that, I stopped nagging him. I stopped begging for his attention or fighting him over his constant need to care for her.

I only asked him for one thing: a small infant anklet. I told him it was a keepsake for our unborn child.

When I mentioned the baby, Zachary's expression softened for a moment. "Once I'm done with this, I'll take you to the boutique to pick out everything we need," he said.

I gave him a submissive "Okay."

I didn't tell him that a week ago, I had already had my lawyer draft the separation agreement.

In my heart, we were already over.

......

After finishing my discharge paperwork, I ran into Zachary Hart in the hospital garden.

Sienna Lowell was leaning weakly into his chest. They were whispering sweet nothings to each other, but the moment Zachary saw me, his smile vanished.

He immediately pulled Sienna behind him, as if he was terrified I might hurt her. "What are you doing here?" he snapped.

The coldness in his eyes chilled me to the bone.

Sienna tugged on his sleeve with a delicate hand. "Zack, don't scare her. She's your wife."

Before I could speak, she looked at me with eyes full of fake apology. "Molly, please don't misunderstand. I'm hurt, and Zack is just worried about me."

Zachary turned to comfort her with a gentle voice I hadn't heard in months. When he looked back at me, his face was a mask of impatience. "Well? What do you want?"

I opened my mouth, but the words died in my throat. I simply shook my head. "Nothing. I was just passing by."

Perhaps sensing something was wrong, Zachary took a step toward me. He actually spoke with a hint of kindness. "Go home and rest. You're carrying a child; you need to be careful."

Behind him, Sienna's face twisted into a scowl.

I nodded slowly. "I know."

He didn't stay. He led Sienna away, and she shot me a look of pure triumph over her shoulder.

I turned around, my hand instinctively resting on my flat stomach. A wave of bitterness crashed over me.

In this moment, my husband was playing hero for another woman. He had no idea that his wife had already lost the little one.

If only he had looked back at me that day. If only he had visited my hospital room just once.

He would have known everything.

I let out a self-deprecating laugh and felt the small glass jar in my pocket. I gripped it tight as the past flooded back.

The first and last time he accompanied me to the clinic was the day his first love found him. From that day on, he never came home. He barely went to the office.

He spent every waking moment by her side.

When I begged him with tear-filled eyes to spend just one day with me, he said:

"Sienna is fragile, Molly. She's hurt and can't remember anything. She needs me right now."

"Don't worry, I'm just helping her recover. It's nothing more than that."

He promised he would only fulfill ninety-nine of her wishes. He said after that, he would come back to me for good and keep his vow of a lifetime together.

Every time he granted her a wish, I folded a paper star.

Seven days ago, I finished the ninety-ninth star.

I wondered if those ninety-nine stars could buy me one wish of my own.

When I went to find him, clutching that jar of stars, I found them in a tight embrace. A birthday cake with guttering candles sat on the table.

I heard Zachary whisper to her, "I'll make all your dreams come true. No matter how many wishes you have, I'll be here."

I don't remember how I walked toward them. I only wanted one answer.

"What are you doing?" my voice trembled.

Zachary jerked away from Sienna, his eyes wide with panic. "Molly? What are you doing here? It's not what it looks like, we were just…"

Sienna cut him off, bursting into theatrical tears. "Molly, I'm so sorry! Zack was just helping me make a wish!"

Zachary immediately shifted into protector mode, comforting her while glaring at me with resentment.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," I said before he could snap at me.

I turned and ran. I was in such a hurry that I didn't see the delivery truck swerving toward me.