Breaking Free from My Cheating Husband

On New Year's Eve, I was eight months pregnant when a severe car accident changed everything.

Enduring excruciating pain, I managed to dial my husband’s number, only to hear a woman's breathless moans on the other end.

When I woke up in the hospital, my child was gone. Leon Ramirez, my husband, handed me the deed to a mansion worth hundreds of millions.

He held me close, his eyes reddened. "Honey, it’s my fault about the baby. The house is my way of making it up to you."

"Don’t be sad. We’ll have more children in the future," he added.