Four months pregnant, I overheard my husband and his most trusted brother making a bet.
“One million. I bet the baby is mine.”
“One million. I bet it isn’t.”
The wager was my unborn child.
For three years, I believed I had a happy marriage. But the truth was cruel—I was only a piece in their twisted game.
When the secret behind my baby’s identity was revealed, I realized everything I trusted was a lie.
They made me the prize.
But this time, I would rewrite the rules.