After getting pregnant, she discovered her husband's other child.

I spent four years on IVF, my body riddled with countless needle marks, enduring endless nights of pain. Leo and I were finally going to have a child.

When I rushed to tell him the good news, I saw him holding a little boy.

That child called him "Daddy."

By the time Leo got back, I had smashed everything in the house I could get my hands on.

The maid was huddled in a corner, too terrified to clean, secretly calling Leo: "Sir, Mrs. Hayes is throwing a fit again."

The house was so big, I collapsed onto the carpet, exhausted.