The Baby You Took, The Wife You Lost

I woke up strapped to an abortion bed, six months pregnant with my husband's child.

And the man standing beside me was the same man who had once sworn he would protect me.

“Abort the baby now,” Colter Vancourth ordered.

I begged. I screamed. I reminded him that this was his child too.

He didn't care.

His mistress, Helena, was pregnant, and apparently, her one-month-old baby was more important than the child I'd carried for six months.

“She wants her baby to be my only heir,” Colter said coldly. “Helena comes first.”

That was only the beginning.