The Day My Heart Died

When my water broke a month early, my billionaire husband locked me in a soundproof panic room.

He told me I had to wait. His sister-in-law, Kennedy, was also in labor, and her son had to be born first to inherit the family's multi-billion-dollar fortune.

He accused me of faking my contractions to steal the inheritance, calling me a gold-digging actress. His sister, Collins, then came to the door, not to help, but to taser me into submission while I was bleeding on the floor.

"My only nephew is being born in a state-of-the-art hospital," she sneered. "Your little bastard will get nothing."