Too Late For Regret, Mr. Vanderbilt

five years, I'd been pregnant with Ethan Vanderbilt's child

r hand. Ethan watched from the doorway, just like always. After the screams and excruciating pain, I

s, then kicked me relentlessly until my surgical wounds burst, leaving me bleeding uncontrollably. She even took photos of my batt

ty? Why was I trapped in this living hell, systematically tortured, robbed of my

I fumbled for my phone. There was one person who knew the true story behind Olivia's