His Heir Died Screaming — He Never Heard

The night I miscarried and nearly bled to death, I was trapped inside an apartment with the door bolted shut.

And my godfather-turned-husband was at the hospital, kissing his mistress.

He'd cut the water, the electricity, the phone line. He'd even tried to force me to kneel before Rowena and apologize.

He called it a little lesson—because I, his "vicious wife," had dared to compete with his mistress for his affection.

But what he didn't know was this:

That night, he killed his only heir with his own hands.