Shattered Vows,I Saved Her Life, She Stole My Husband

Three months into my pregnancy, a woman appeared at my husband's side.

Mature, striking, dripping with confidence. Nothing like me.

Every time she parted ways with my husband, she seamlessly rejoined hers.

I asked her to meet me.

I slid the photos of her and my husband's private rendezvous across the table.

"Does your husband know you're sneaking around with mine?"

Her red lips curved upward.

"I remember you.

"You're the one my son keeps on the side, aren't you?

"I heard you're pregnant. Well, so is my daughter-in-law.

"The Vance family doesn't accept children born to mistresses."