Alexander Thornton shut down Fifth Avenue just to watch fireworks with me, kneeling before the world to call me his reason to live. I believed his perfect lies for seven years—until a video revealed his secret home and the son I could never give him. While I lay in a hospital bed, he was smelling of baby powder and building a global empire for his mistress. He thinks he can keep his "perfect wife" and his secret family, but I’m done playing my part. I’m carrying his miracle baby into the grave, leaving him with nothing but a positive pregnancy test and a ghost to haunt his billions.
