Chapter 1

I'm eight months pregnant as I push open the bedroom door.

My husband Francis is rolling around on our marital bed with another woman.

The floor is littered with torn clothes and used condoms.

I rush forward like a madwoman, trying to pull them apart. Francis backhands me with a slap, sending me sprawling.

He slowly puts on his bathrobe and looks down at me condescendingly.

"Chloe, you're just a stand-in I bought with money. You really think you're Mrs. Carter?

I'll fuck whoever I want. Make another scene and get the hell out."

The woman on the bed walks over with a coquettish laugh and kicks me in the stomach.

"Mr. Carter says the bastard in your belly doesn't deserve the Carter name."

The pain makes cold sweat pour down my face.

I tumble down the stairs and stop breathing in a pool of blood.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment before pushing open the master bedroom door.

Hearing the moans coming from inside, I don't open the door.

I turn and go downstairs, call a welder, and have the master bedroom door welded shut.

Then I dial the police station.

"I'm reporting illegal prostitution at my house. The scene is extremely perverted."