The Fake Heiress Stole My Medicine, So I Exposed His Darkest Secret

Eight months pregnant with twins, and I'd just been diagnosed with gestational diabetes.

When diet and exercise alone couldn't keep my blood sugar under control, my doctor prescribed insulin and made it absolutely clear: I had to inject on time, every time, no exceptions.

But Lindsay Swanson snatched up my insulin and hid it behind her back, pulling me to my feet.

"Insulin's bad for the babies. Exercise can bring your blood sugar down just the same."

Clumsy and off-balance as I was, all I could do was wrap both arms around my belly and let Lindsay lead me onto the treadmill.