A year after she stole my husband, my ex-best friend invited me to her baby shower—mocking my pain—but what I did next changed everything.

face had gone white, but his voice carried clearly across the room.

“The baby is mine.”

Daniel looked like every bone in his body had dissolved.

Camille shook her head frantically. “Alistair, stop. You’re confused.”

“You told me Daniel knew,” he said, his voice shaking. “You told me you loved me. You promised the child would still have the Mercer name,continue reading …