After 11 years of blaming me for our infertility, my husband kicked me out for his pregnant mistress. ‘We need an heir, don’t make a scene,’ his mother hissed. They thought I was broken. But years later, I crashed his million-dollar wedding with my 3 toddlers, turning his dream celebration into a nightmare…

tablet and casually conversing with William, was Dr. Daniel Harrison.

My doctor. The brilliant surgeon who had excavated the truth of my body. The very man who had sat across from me twenty-four hours earlier and delivered the news of my pregnancy.

Daniel’s head snapped up. His jaw practically unhinged. “Madeline?”

I clutched the robe tighter around my continue reading …