He Faked Impotence While Raising a Secret Son

At my twenty-fourth birthday party, I simply offered Marta—the impoverished student my fiancé Andre had been sponsoring—a glass of wine, and she miscarried.

That day, I discovered they'd been having an affair all along.

I insisted on breaking off the engagement. Andre knelt before me, begging for forgiveness.

Under our parents' mediation, considering the five billion dollar partnership between our families, I compromised.

But unexpectedly, three days after the wedding, he got into a car accident that supposedly caused sexual dysfunction.