The Price of His Perfect Life

I was a top hand model, my hands insured for seven figures. They bought me a life in a sleek Central Park apartment and a diamond ring from my fiancé, Chase Strong.

At my engagement party, he insisted I get a manicure from his high school friend, Karis. She soaked my hands in what she called a "new cuticle softener." It was acid.

A week later, I found out I was pregnant. I thought a baby would fix the peeling skin and raw blisters, that it would fix us.

But when I told Chase, his face was a mask of cold fury. He said a baby didn't fit his plan.