“They threw you out because the mistress is pregnant.” That was the last sentence I heard before the door slammed in my face. Seven months pregnant. No shoes. No dignity. I stood in the rain whispering, “I’m still his wife.” When I begged my father not to take revenge, I thought love would save me. I was wrong. Because one slap in a hospital hallway changed everything.
My name is Amora Sterling, and three years ago I believed I had found the love of my life. His name was Adrian Moore—handsome, ambitious, and charming in a quiet, reassuring way. We met at a charity gala, bonded quickly, and married within six months. It wasn’t a lavish wedding. I never told Adrian that…