My Wife Lied About Infertility,Until Her Secret Son Appeared

On the night of my twenty-fourth birthday party, my fiancée slept with the boy we'd been sponsoring since he was fourteen.

When I found out, I demanded we call off the engagement. Vivienne Ashford brought both sets of parents together and dropped to her knees in front of me, eyes brimming with tears, begging for forgiveness.

Under pressure from both families, and with a five-billion-dollar joint venture hanging in the balance, I caved.

Three days after the wedding, she was in a car accident. It damaged her uterus.