My husband's white moonlight is pregnant, he ordered me to babysit her, my heart died to leave him but crazy

Iris was pregnant, and the father of her child was my legal husband, Julian Thorne.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Serena Hastings leaned into Julian’s embrace, triumphantly announcing the news to all our guests.

I, Iris Thorne, the rightful Mrs. Thorne, became a colossal joke.

Julian warned me to keep my schemes in check and to wholeheartedly serve Serena during her pregnancy. He showed no regard for my dignity.

I stared at the tall man before me, a wave of desolation washing over my heart.

It has to end, I thought.