The Abandoned Wife And Her Secret Heir

I was staring at a high-resolution photo of my husband burying his face in another woman’s neck when his text came through.

"Pizza or Thai?"

He wasn't just cheating. The photos showed him playing house with a woman named Serena and a little boy who had his exact nose.

He had told me he wasn't ready for children, yet here he was, giving his world to a secret family.

When I confronted them at his company gala, Serena didn't apologize.

She smirked, ripped the wedding ring off my finger, and shoved me hard.

I hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in my stomach.

"Help me," I gasped, clutching my belly. "My baby."

Michael looked at me. Then he looked at Serena and the boy.

He made his choice.

He turned his back on his bleeding, pregnant wife and escorted his mistress out the emergency exit to avoid a scandal.

He left me there to die.

He didn't know that the "son" he was protecting was a rental—a prop Serena hired to trap him.

And he didn't know that the baby he left to die on the gallery floor was the only real child he would ever have.

I didn't go home to cry.

I sent him a receipt for a cremation service for "Baby Boy Hayes," withdrew half our savings, and vanished.

He thinks he's free.

He has no idea I'm still alive, and I’m taking his real son with me.