Stealing My Husbands DNA Backfired
Language: en
My best friend posed as a clinic nurse during my husband Wyatt’s annual physical, stole his genetic material, and successfully impregnated herself. She did it all for one reason: the dying words of our family patriarch, Charles Stafford. On his deathbed, the multi-billionaire had declared that whichever woman bore his first great-grandson would inherit his entire ten-billion-dollar empire. But I had severe fertility issues. Three years of marriage, endless hormone injections, and failed IVF cycles had left my body bruised and my womb empty. Miranda, my closest friend, had spent those…