She Gave Him Her All, After Losing Him

Giselle Deveraux was pregnant with her male assistant’s child.

On the night of our ninth-anniversary celebration, she brought him home as a guest of honor.

Calm and cold, she looked at me and said, “Knox is a picky eater. From now on, don’t repeat any dish.”

“He’s a light sleeper. Your snoring’s too loud. Pack your things and move to the guest room.”

I didn’t say a word. Carrying the suitcase I had already packed, I quietly made my way to the front door.

The butler stepped forward to stop me, but Giselle sneered. “Let him go. He’ll crawl back like a dog in less than three days.”