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.

apart. “I did what I had to do! Daniel wanted a son! Your family wanted an heir!”

“A real one,” Daniel hissed.

The cruelty in those words was ugly enough to make even Camille step backward.

I watched realization settle into her expression at last.

She had not married love.

She had married hunger.

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