After Burying My Son, I Buried Our Marriage

Ten years ago, I sacrificed my unborn son and shattered my pelvis to pull my husband from a fatal car crash.

His reward? He impregnated his twenty-two-year-old secretary and turned me into her personal servant.

"Take care of her until my heir is born," Edmund warned. "Refuse, and I'll bury your dead son's grave beneath concrete."

For ten years, he kept my baby's resting place hidden from me. So I endured every insult. I brought her water, rubbed her swollen feet, and swallowed my pride.

Then, in a hospital room, I uncovered the betrayal that destroyed the last piece of my heart.