After eleven years of waiting.
Five devastating miscarriages.
And countless nights when I left the bathroom with swollen eyes, only to feel Ryan’s embrace becoming colder and more distant...
After 11 years of blaming me for our infertility, my husband kicked me out for his pregnant mistress. ‘We need an heir, don’t make a scene,’ his mother hissed.
Chapter 3
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