You Only Love Me Because I Look Like Her

It was late at night when my husband, who knew I was three months pregnant, demanded I put on a sexy white shirt and meet him at a hotel.

When I got there, I was shoved to the ground by one of his obsessed fans, and my blood gushed everywhere.

By the time I made it to the hospital, I'd already lost my baby—and my womb.

Later, I found out the truth. He'd been caught hooking up with his precious first love in that hotel. He only sent me there to take the fall.

That was when I finally got it—I was nothing more than her substitute.