Sold by My Husband,So I Took His Baby and Vanished

After Russ Harris began his very public pursuit of his innocent little flower, all of Harbor City's elite placed bets on how many days it would take before I lost my mind.

Some even made a point of delivering photos of Russ and his new plaything right to my doorstep.

"Miss Henson, if you don't want pictures of Mr. Harris and his new flame plastered everywhere, you'll pay up."

"The price is reasonable—three million dollars."

In the photographs, the notoriously picky young master of the Harris family—the man who'd spent years refusing anything that wasn't prepared by a private chef—was…