Betrayed by My Husband and My Family, I Returned to My Empire

On the day I went into labor, I called my husband ninety-nine times while I was bleeding in a broken-down car but on the hundredth, his assistant answered calmly.

“Mr. Reed has taken the private jet to fly his pregnant wife to the hospital.”

Pregnant wife? I was his wife.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

When I woke up, my baby was gone and then I heard the truth.

“Erika’s baby was a perfect match,” Jacob Reed said. “We used his heart. Our son is fine now.”

My knees gave out.

“We didn’t have a choice,” my mother added.