My name is Sabrina Collins, and for years I lived as the obedient wife of a man who never saw me as equal. My husband, Brandon Keller, and I had been married for ten years, and throughout that time we could never have children, which became the weapon both he and his mother used against me daily.
“You are barren and completely useless as a woman,” Brandon would shout whenever he came home drunk, throwing his frustration at me as if I had ruined his life.
One evening, everything changed in a way I could never forget.
Brandon walked into our mansion in Beverly Hills with a young woman by his side, and she held his arm with confidence while resting her hand on her stomach. Her name was Tiffany Blake, and she was beautiful, glowing, and very clearly pregnant.
“Sabrina,” Brandon said calmly as if announcing something ordinary, “Tiffany is expecting a child, and she will give me the heir you never could, so from today on she will be living here with us.”
My chest tightened as if something inside me had shattered beyond repair, yet the worst part was not the betrayal but what came next. He looked at me with cold authority and gave an order as if I were nothing more than a servant.