I Said No to His Proposal

Everyone assumed I jumped from the eighteenth floor of the Hayes family penthouse because of postpartum depression.

Only I knew the true breaking point. It was what I overheard my husband, Julian, telling the love of his life:

"She's nothing more than a glorified housekeeper looking after my estate. Once she delivers the baby, whenever you want to come back, I'll kick her to the curb."

That night, the shock sent me into premature labor. While I fought for my life in the delivery room, Julian was off celebrating her birthday.