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…

professional facade.

“Nothing is wrong, Madeline. Absolutely nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm. “Then why are you looking at me like I just won the lottery?”

He let out a breathless laugh. “Because, sweetheart, we are going to need to buy significantly more cribs.”

I blinked, entirely uncomprehending. “What?”

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