The Rat In Shadows: His Downfall

I endured 121 needle marks on my stomach for the child my husband, Braden, and I desperately wanted.

But as I lay on the procedure table, moments from our embryo transfer, he walked out. He left me for his high school sweetheart, Isabella, who was hysterical over her son's scraped knee.

He paraded her around in public "family" photos while his own family shamed me at dinner for being too "stiff."

When Isabella's son shoved me to the floor, Braden rushed to comfort the boy, not me.

He looked at me with pure disgust.