I Was Seven Months Pregnant When My Husband’s Mistress Smashed My Car, Destroyed My Baby Seat, And Branded Me The Homewrecker

Sullivan Harper was born just after noon—red-faced, loud, healthy, and furious in exactly the way I hoped my daughter would be. When they placed her on my chest, every argument in my life went quiet. She wasn’t proof of what Derek had done to me.

She was proof that I was still here.

Derek saw her four times in her first two months. Then less. Then barely continue reading …