Six Years of Poisoned Love

From the back cover

My husband, Alexander, gave me "fertility supplements" every morning for six years. I drank every drop, desperate for the child he promised we'd have. But my body remained stubbornly empty.

Then, on my 40th birthday, I discovered the truth. The supplements were contraceptives. And his mistress was pregnant with the son he'd always wanted.

She sent me a video of Alexander kissing her pregnant belly.

"He's always loved me," the text read. "You were just the placeholder. Enjoy your barren life."

The man I trusted had systematically poisoned me, stealing my dream of motherhood while building his real family with another woman.

He had gaslighted me for years, making me believe I was the one who was broken, all while living a double life that began on our wedding day.

That night, at the lavish birthday party he threw for me, he planned a "romantic surprise" on a giant screen for all our friends and family. He had no idea I had a surprise of my own.