After my husband forced me to donate bone marrow to my lover, he regretted it crazy.

To donate bone marrow to my husband's *nominal* sister, I was forced to terminate the baby in my womb.

After the surgery, my husband appeased his *nominal* sister with company shares, yet he trivialized my pain.

"Don't cause a scene here. It's just one child; it’s not like she can’t have more."

His words were terrifyingly calm, as if what was lost was utterly insignificant.

But that was the child I’d fought for with countless fertility treatments.

The gown I’d poured my heart into designing was stolen, leaving me to wear a cheap dress.

Chloe nestled in Julian's arms, looking smug.