He Destroyed My Child—Then Discovered My True Identity

"I'm pregnant—if you don't propose soon, there's no hiding this."

I held up the test results, half teasing, as I said it to my fiancé, Ernest Sanchez.

Ernest just smirked. "Babe, what are you talking about? I'm already married. How am I supposed to propose to you?"

My mind went blank.

He pulled out a marriage certificate.

His name on the groom's line. Maggie Pruitt on the bride's.

"You love me as a person, not for some title," he said. "You don't need that from me."

"But Maggie's different. If I don't marry her, she walks."