Reborn to Ruin My Fake-Hero Ex

My husband, Logan Hayes, was supposed to have shattered his spine saving my life from an oncoming truck, leaving him permanently paralyzed and infertile.

For thirty years, I devoted every single second to caring for him without a shred of resentment—right up until the day I held his funeral urn.

That was when our maid, Chloe Stewart, showed up at his memorial, dragging a young man with Logan’s exact eyes and nose. She shoved him straight down onto his knees in front of the altar.

"Leo, bow three times to your father," she commanded loudly.