To steal my unborn baby, my mother-in-law cornered me with a forged notice of my husband’s death. “You have no one left to protect you,” she sneered, forcing custody papers into my hand. But as I backed away, the front door burst open, and a voice she never expected to hear shouted…

military envelope clasped tightly in her manicured hands.

“I didn’t want to tell you while you were in such a manic state,” she whispered, her eyes devoid of a single tear. “But the casualty officer just left. Arthur is gone, Clara. And now, you are entirely mine.”

Chapter 2: The Architecture of a Lie

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