I Signed The Divorce In Blood
Language: en
The day Bill and I signed our marriage certificate at City Hall, my best friend handed me a month-old baby as a wedding gift. I stood on the sweltering sidewalk, holding the tiny, swaddled bundle in my arms, completely bewildered. Bill, my brand-new husband, looked at me with a soft, comforting smile. "You’ve always been terrified of the pain of childbirth," he explained, his tone infuriatingly gentle. "Gwen carried him for you. She said it was her way of repaying you for saving her life all those years ago." He reached out, lightly brushing the baby’s pale cheek. "He’s mine, Aria. He’s…