My Baby Became Hers

Summary

Bayport called me the luckiest woman alive. They said I was a substitute who had worked my way into his bed and his home. Even after I lost our son, Nicholas kept me in luxury, holding me in the palm of his hand. For five years, I searched for my boy like a woman possessed, traveling through ninety-nine cities. I cut myself ninety-nine times when the despair grew too heavy to bear. Nicholas never blamed me. He showered me with gentle care, nursing me through every breakdown.