From Broken Fiancée To Corporate Queen

I walked into the hospital wing to find my fiancé, Derrick, holding his pregnant high-school sweetheart.

His plan was sickening: he would publicly claim her baby to save her from scandal, while our child, the one I was secretly carrying, would be hidden away-a shameful 'accident'.

He locked me in a damp guesthouse as his mother called me a whore and my unborn child a bastard.

But the true cost of his weakness came when she dragged me to a clinic and forced an abortion, killing my seven-month-old baby while Derrick was away caring for his other family.

Six months later, I returned.