The night before I gave birth, I overheard my husband secretly offer the doctor $500,000 to make sure I died during delivery so he could start a new life with his five-month-pregnant mistress. I pretended to be asleep—but by the next day, his plan had completely backfired.

The moment he walked away, I poured the entire cup down the bathroom sink.

Now I lay still.

My eyes stayed closed.

My breathing remained slow.

But every nerve in my body was awake.

Through the partially open bedroom door, I could see Daniel standing beside Dr. Hale.

He wore the navy suit I had bought him for our anniversary.

The same suit he wore when he promised me our marriage was the best decision of his life.

“Once Claire is gone,” Daniel said, “everything transfers without a problem.”

Everything.

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My grandmother had left me a commercial property company worth nearly twelve million dollars.

For years, Daniel insisted my money meant nothing to him.

Apparently, twelve million dollars had finally changed his mind.

Then he said something that made the betrayal even worse.

“Vanessa is already five months pregnant.”

My stomach turned.

“I’m tired of hiding her.”