After I Freed My Husband for the Fake Heiress, His Whole Family Begged Me Back

"I'm sorry. We've verified it. Your marriage license is a forgery."

The pity in the clerk's eyes set a high ringing going in my ears.

"Miss Henson? Are you all right?"

Her concern came from very far away, and the tears blurred everything in front of me.

It had all started a week ago, when I was six months pregnant and drank the prenatal herbal tea Melanie Henson, the family's fake heiress, pressed into my hands. Then the cramping tore through me, and I went down in my own blood.