He said nothing more. The next day he called a press conference and announced the baby's arrival.
Someone leaked that the woman was the other woman.
The backlash hit her so hard she lost the baby.
Conrad was certain I was behind it.
Cold flooded through me. "Conrad Graves, I am your wife. You married me properly and publicly. No matter how much I despise that woman, I would never stoop low enough to go after someone pregnant."
No matter how I explained, he refused to believe me.
After that, he started bringing women home out of spite.
To keep me quiet, he poured jewelry and property into my accounts like hush money.
Every time the thought of divorce surfaced, I'd think of that golden promise.
I told myself, quietly, that he'd come back.
Then came our third anniversary. Conrad sought me out, made peace, and promised me a grand wedding.
I thought I'd finally waited long enough.
But when I brought the wedding invitations to his office, I walked in on him pinning Secretary Fox beneath him on the desk.
He saw me and didn't even flinch.
I grabbed the ashtray off the desk and hurled it at his forehead, screaming, "Why do you keep lying to me?!"