Husband's Betrayal, Heiress's Vengeance Reign

his mistress's son on his shoulders-a place of h

o him, he let the other bo

, he asked the one questio

d is this

and delivered his eulogy

pte

phin

erved for the heir, a place my own daughter had only dreamed of, and as the world around me went s

o with pregnancy and everything to do with the five years

Daddy coming t

blue eyes were a perfect copy of her father's. A painful echo, b

ss partner, sweetie," I lied, forcing a

much clearer. *"Keep the kid

e him. For five years, I had been Sarah Miller, the quiet, unassuming wife of Aidan Gallagher, a rising soldier in

oldiers and capos, to the champagne tower where he stood. Aidan. My husband. He was laughing

ling with delight, reaching for the highest glass of champagne, a privile

breeze-it all faded into a dull, distant roar. There was only that image, burned into my mind: my husban

xt. "I see you. Remember you

or five years, my place had been in the shadows, propping him up, making him look good, ensuring

liana tugged at my hand, her small

ower lawn. We fell in line behind other families. And, of course, there they were, just ahead

ometry of the game, on the red ball at my feet. But my eyes kept straying t

lue ball flying. It rolled directly into the path of my feet. I didn't have time to react. M

d, a terrified,

would turn to me. I thought I saw

s wr

s side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice thic

checking Cassandra for injuries sh

on the ground, my daughter sobbing besi

oud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Can't you

aighter. Low murmurs rippled through the onlookers, the lower-rankin

er. "Don't you worry, Cassandra. Leo, my boy. I'm going

looked at

allet, and left me on the ground as my d