The Stand-In Bride's Billion Dollar Secret

Summary

In the eighth month of my marriage to Spencer, I discovered I was pregnant.

But I'm not his wife. I'm just a stand-in.

The real heiress, Linnea Croft, pulled a runaway bride act, and I, her dead ringer, got drafted to take her place.

Mr. Croft promised me five million dollars after a year.

Now, there's been a tiny, unexpected development.

I frantically called him: "You found her, right? Switch us back! Now! Before it's too late!"

I didn't even pack. I was shipped off overnight.

Two weeks later, I was feeding pigeons on a Paris street, pondering what to do about the baby.