Skin Deep The Billionaire’s Poisonous Love

My husband used my skin to do a graft for his first love, but she complained it wasn't young and soft enough.

In his rage, he forced me to bear six children, one after another.

But he told me none of the babies survived because of genetic defects.

Filled with immense guilt, I blamed my own body for failing him.

As I writhed in agony in the delivery room, I overheard a hushed conversation between him and the doctor.

"Mr. Vance, this is your sixth child. You’re really going through with this just for Miss Bennett’s skin graft? You don't have to take the baby's life!"