The Billionaire's Broken Vow

On the day I lost our child, my husband made me sing opera—for his mistress's birthday.

John Weiss lounged on the sofa, one hand resting on Faith Harding's pregnant belly. He fastened a diamond necklace around her throat, the stones blazing under the light.

"Faith's become particular since the pregnancy," he said flatly. "You studied under the Mei school. Make yourself useful."

Faith glanced at me with barely concealed triumph, her voice dripping false modesty. "But Michelle used to be such a star. Having her perform for my baby seems like a waste. Maybe we shouldn't."