The Heir's Price
Language: en
The seven-year itch. The number of women my husband, Ethan Vance, has slept with—I can't even count them on my fingers and toes. The reason I always turned a blind eye. Was because he always threw money at me. If he cheated with an influencer, he'd give me a penthouse downtown. If he took a young model to a yacht party, he'd transfer an identical yacht to my name. He used money to buy off my breakdowns, my questioning, and my tears. Until I was eight months pregnant, and the fetus accidentally stopped developing, resulting in an induced labor. Supported by the nanny, I walked weakly out of…