Five Childless Years:My Husband's Secret Family Exposed

At my twenty-fourth birthday banquet, my fiancé's sponsored girl had a miscarriage—because she drank the fruit wine I'd given her.

That was the day I learned the filthy truth: they'd slept together.

I insisted on breaking off the engagement. Damian Ashford dropped to his knees right in front of me, with both sets of parents watching, and begged me to forgive him.

Under the weight of their persuasion—and the five-billion-dollar partnership between our families—I caved.

Three days after the wedding, he was in a car accident. It damaged him below the waist.