Her Stolen Vows

Summary

The day I went to buy a crib for our unborn child, a strange woman burst into the private viewing room and plunged a knife into my pregnant belly.

“How dare you flaunt another man’s bastard in your belly?” she snarled, twisting the handle with a crazed smile.

The cold steel pierced my womb, and the agony sent me crumpling to the floor.

She crouched down, patting my cheek. “Did you really think a little tramp like you could use a baby to claw your way up? The title of Mrs. Donovan… is it something you can even dream of?”