Divorced by His Fake Cancer,Now He’s Begging for My Son Back
WerewolfBillionaire & CEOUpdatingEnglishUpdated
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Summary
Everyone in Harbor City knew the Henson family had one criterion for choosing a daughter-in-law: fertility.
With my naturally rounded frame and striking hip-to-waist ratio, Old Mrs. Henson spotted me like a winning lottery ticket and paid a fortune to bring me into the family.
Outsiders mocked me for marrying up on my curves alone. What they didn't know was that Piers Henson held me close every night, whispering that he adored every inch of my voluptuous figure.
Until New Year's Eve of our fifth year of marriage, when his assistant accidentally sent me an electronic invitation.
