The Day I Burned It All Down
gazines. My husband, Senator Harrison "Harry" Vance III, was the heir to a political dynasty, a m
in the sterile hallway o
pposed to be in a Senate hearing. He stood with a woman, her hand resting
ge potted plant, my h
ake out the labels. One was for prenatal vitamins. The other, a
if you want her child to be the sole heir,
venomous hiss. "You make sure the dosage causes a miscarriage, but doesn
He said
germaphobe, turned to the pregnant woman. He kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that he
alling us the "perfect couple," it all felt like poison now. The life
s blurring into a dull roar. The ground rush
He was holding my hand, his voice a soothing balm. "Eliza
usband flawlessly. Back in our townhouse, our private doctor, a
es searching mine. "Were you at the clin
calculated probe. I felt a
dy. "I was at the street market. I think
sn't looking. He smiled, that dazzling smile that charmed a nation. "Of cours
lls. I recognized the packaging
m, my eyes filling with tears. "They look so bitter, Harry." I was b
"I know, my love. But think of the ba
had wanted it mo
do to me, I numbly took the pills from his han