My Long Lost Sister Was My Husband's Mistress

"Congratulation, Mrs. Holmes! Your baby is perfectly healthy."

The doctor smiled warmly, then added with a hint of caution, "But you must be very careful. If you lose this eighth child... you may never be able to conceive again."

My heart leapt. Clutching the prenatal report, I hurried to the office, my hands trembling with excitement.

Today was our eighth wedding anniversary.

Our baby—also eight months along—was the best gift I could ever give my husband, Weston.

In one hand, I held the medical report; in the other was a billion-dollar contract I had just secured for his company.