He Stole My Womb, Lost All

every word, every tender touch, convinced I was the center of his universe. Then, the night before our wedd

against his ex-wife, Camille, after she caused me to lose our baby, making me feel cheris

Camille-the woman he'd supposedly ruined. She was pregnant with his child, and their conversation laid b

rying a child nearly impossible, yet he'd let me hope while building a future with C

ghted me for not accepting his "generous" offer. The audacity of his betrayal, l

ct resurfaced-a name from a past I'd tried to escape. My fingers, steady now, dialed a n

a Pa

ation. My fiancé's ex-wife, Camille Perry, app

of two imposing figures blocked my path, their shadows swallowing

head back. Her smile was a slash of victory. "Did you r

than any physical blow, tore through me. I g

voice a hoarse whispe

in close, her breath hot and smelling of expensive champagne. "That

the face. The world swam. A devastating certainty of loss washed over me, a truth

graced a dozen magazine covers, stood silhouetted against the afternoon light. His ey

t, a sob of relief c

diwork. The evidence of my loss was a silent, heartbreaking testament

tain, on my pale, tear-streaked face. For a moment, the world

the room. He moved toward Camille, a blur of fury, and a moment

ntle as he gathered me into his arms. "Eliza,

e inside me was slipping away

orridors, and the quiet, devastating finality of a doctor's

s. His knuckles were raw. He looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and fi

s as swift as

lle Perry. He erased her

er social standing evaporated overnight. The last anyone saw of Camille Perry, the glamorous sociali

his voice hoarse with emotion, as he held me in my hosp

I woke up screaming from nightmares. He showered me with gifts, with affection, with a devotion so absol

d protector, the man who had waged a war fo

m. God, how I

ep. The mansion was quiet, the air thick with the scent of thousands of white roses

eard the voices

familiar tenderness. "It's almost o

that sent a jolt of ice water t

. You said you'd leave her. And

gasp. I pressed myself against the wa

ne placating. "The wedding is a necessar

e crack in the door

Perry in his arms, his hand stroking her hair. Her expressio

ed, her voice muffled against his

. "And I'll make it u

k at him. Her eyes glittered with venom. "I want her to

my breath, praying. Say

of a second before his expressi

's voice was sharp, suspicious. "After

thing more." He tilted her chin up, his thumb tracing her cheek. "Don't worry. To

ped her arms around his neck, pulling h

ushing her away gently.

od ran

ly rounded stomach. "He's a strong little fighter. Just like h

yson snapped, his voic

d was tilting on its axis, the carefully constructed