He Finally Touched Me, But Called Her Name

“I married billionaire Caden Moran to pay my grandmother's medical bills, knowing full well it was just a cold transaction. But everything spiraled out of control when I stared at the two bright pink lines on a pregnancy test. Caden hated me to my core. He believed I was a jealous arsonist who nearly killed him in a fire fifteen years ago, while he deeply loved my stepsister Cristal, the girl he thought saved him. After a drunken night, he had violently shoved an emergency contraceptive down my throat. "If I find out you tried any tricks, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that thing scraped out of you." My life became a living hell. At a family dinner, my other stepsister threw herself into a pool and framed me. My own father slapped me across the face in front of a crowd of wealthy guests. Caden didn't even ask for my side of the story. He just looked at me with bottomless disgust, wrapped his jacket around her, and abandoned me in the hostile crowd. Later, he saw the rose tattoo on my collarbone-the exact spot where I was severely burned while dragging him out of that fire. Instead of realizing the truth, he assumed it was a mark from another lover and viciously humiliated me. For fifteen years, I bore the blame and his hatred, hiding the fact that I was his real savior. Now, I heard Cristal was returning from Europe to take her place as his wife. Touching my still-flat stomach, my shattered heart finally went completely cold. I picked up my phone and called my only friend. "I need you to help me find the best OB-GYN in the city. And... the best divorce lawyer."”