First Marriage Failed, Second Marriage was Sweet

The fake heiress, June Fox, pushed me down the stairs while I was pregnant.

I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, feeling the life inside me slipping away, tears streaming from the pain.

And my husband, Patrick Harding, was wiping the tears of the woman trembling in his arms, murmuring soft words of comfort.

"Don't look. It's ugly. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Because the best window for emergency treatment was missed, I could never carry a child again.

Patrick shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"So you can't have kids. It's not like you're dying."