Chapter 1

Four weeks after I almost died giving birth to our daughter, my husband posts a video of me wetting myself in his company's group chat — just to make his secretary laugh.

[This is what happens after a woman pops out a kid. She can't even hold her pee.]

[Honestly, I'd rather find some young girl with no kids.]

[Every time I see her stretch marks, I want to throw up. I don't even want to touch her anymore.]

Bianca, his secretary, fires back a string of laughing emojis.

[Oh my God, she peed right through her pants! You'd think she was ninety.]

[Mr. Pryce, aren't you worried she'll see this and freak out?]

My husband's reply is ice cold.

[What's she gonna do, leave me? She's already had my kid. Who else is gonna want her now?]

It feels like a knife twisting in my heart.

I nearly bled out on the delivery table for his kid, and this is what I get — mockery and contempt.

I don't scream. I don't throw anything. I calmly screenshot every single message Declan sent, then I call my dad.

"Dad, pull every deal you have with Declan Pryce. Right now. I want him broke."

"I want him knocked down so hard he never gets back up."

Not long after, Declan comes home and pounds on the door like a maniac.

"Cam, I forgot my keys!"

I'm still seething over that video, and I want answers.

But as soon as I reach the door, I hear Bianca laughing.

"Cam's video is wild. I swear I could smell it through the screen."

"Mr. Pryce, you'd better stock up on air freshener. If she keeps leaking, your house is gonna smell like a barn."

Everyone laughs. I look through the peephole and see Declan standing there with a whole crowd.

One of his buddies smirks. "Dude, she's taking forever. Think she's mad?"

Declan snorts. "Please. Have you seen her lately? She should be grateful I haven't dumped her. She doesn't get to cop an attitude."

"Besides, she's a stay-at-home mom with no income. Where's she gonna go without me?"

"Hang on, I'll call her and tell her to open up."

I yank the door open. Declan takes one look at my pajamas and rolls his eyes.

"I told you my friends were coming over today for the baby's sip-and-see. What took you so long?"

"And look at you. You look like a mess. You're embarrassing me."

They pile into the house. Not one of them even glances at me.

Bianca sits beside Declan, feeding him orange slices while they flirt. They're acting like I'm not even there.

My hands curl into fists. I pull up the video and shove my phone in his face.

"Why would you post something that private in a group chat? I'm your wife. Did you think for one second about how I'd feel?"

Declan barely glances at it."It was a joke. Lighten up. If you want to be Mrs. Pryce, you need to learn to roll with it."

Roll with it? So I'm just supposed to let people walk all over me?

Then Bianca grabs the remote and turns on the TV.

"Mr. Pryce, your TV is huge! The picture must be amazing. Let me put on a movie for everyone."

She shoots me a smug look. A second later, the video of me wetting myself fills the giant screen.

The guys burst out laughing. Someone whistles. Someone else jeers.

Bianca's eyes are daring me, but her voice is sugary sweet."Oops, sorry, Cam. Wrong video."

Declan's friends eye me up and down, smirking.

Bianca jabs at the remote a few times, pretending to panic.

"Ugh, why won't it turn off? I'm freaking out!"

Face burning, I rush over and rip the plug out of the wall. I jab a finger in her face.

"You did that on purpose. Don't think I don't see what you're doing."

Bianca flinches like a startled deer and ducks into Declan's arms.

"Mr. Pryce, my finger slipped, I swear. It was an accident. You believe me, right?"

Declan murmurs something soothing to her, then turns on me, annoyed.

"Camille, she didn't mean it. Stop making a scene."

Bianca smirks like she's won. Then she walks over to the bassinet and reaches for my baby without asking.

"Oh my gosh, she's so cute! Let me hold her."

I race over and scoop my daughter up. I glare at her, shaking with rage.

"Touch my daughter, and I swear you'll regret it."