When My Husband Chose His Golden Boy, I Chose His Worst Enemy

My son was kidnapped. They demanded one billion dollars and I thought I had it. I scraped everything together, heart pounding, only to see the transfer fail. Not because of a glitch, but because my husband’s mistress froze my account. His secretary.

I begged. I cried. I even slapped her when she mocked me. But when Clinton stormed in, he didn’t protect me... he kicked me to the floor and held her like she was the victim. Then the video came. My little boy’s fingers being crushed, his screams tearing through my soul.

“Clinton, please, he’s your son! Save him!” I begged.