Instead, my suitcase had been thrown onto the porch.
A divorce decree rested on top of it.
And inside the living room, Ryan was holding a younger woman dressed in crimson silk.
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 5
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