Too Late to Bloom

Summary

At eight months pregnant, my husband forced me to care for his childhood sweetheart, Serena, after her miscarriage.

When she “accidentally” spilled hot soup on herself and blamed me, he had his men tie me up and shove me into an industrial steamer.

“How dare you use our child as a shield to hurt Serena?” he snarled. “You’ll learn a lesson you won’t forget.”

I begged him to think of our baby, promising never to compete with Serena again.

He sneered. “A little stress makes a stronger child. And don’t worry—I won’t divorce you. I’ll just make you repay Serena’s pain a thousandfold.”