My Devoted Husband Poisoned My Milk
Language: en
On our third wedding anniversary, my husband’s young secretary showed up at our front door. "I’m pregnant," she said, her voice trembling but defiant. "I’m going to have Kerwin’s baby." Before I could even process her words, my husband swung his hand and delivered a harsh, echoing slap across her face. "I have a wife," Kerwin snarled, his eyes wild. "What do you mean, you're having my baby? Do you have any idea what a bastard child is?" Then, turning back to me in an instant, his face softened into a pleading, desperate mask. He reached for my hands. "Camille, sweetheart, don’t listen to…