My Wife's Secret Baby Wasn't Mine

ed to the charming Izzy. We were expecting our first child, a dream come true

er, Eleanor, marrying Richard Thorne-the man who ruined my father. Beside them, Marcus Thorne, his son, holding my pregnant wife, Izzy. "How wil

ying me as unhinged. My bank accounts were frozen. Alone, broken, my father's cherished watch shattered by

crafted lie. I was cornered, stripped of everything, facing public humilia

red, like a force of nature, stepping into the clinic where I lay beaten and accused. "Mr. Ethan Moreau," she declared, silenci