gazines. My husband, Senator Harrison "Harry" Vance III, was the heir to a political dynasty, a m

in the sterile hallway o

pposed to be in a Senate hearing. He stood with a woman, her hand resting

ge potted plant, my h

ake out the labels. One was for prenatal vitamins. The other, a

if you want her child to be the sole heir,

venomous hiss. "You make sure the dosage causes a miscarriage, but doesn

He said

germaphobe, turned to the pregnant woman. He kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that he

alling us the "perfect couple," it all felt like poison now. The life

s blurring into a dull roar. The ground rush

He was holding my hand, his voice a soothing balm. "Eliza

usband flawlessly. Back in our townhouse, our private doctor, a

es searching mine. "Were you at the clin

calculated probe. I felt a

dy. "I was at the street market. I think

sn't looking. He smiled, that dazzling smile that charmed a nation. "Of cours

lls. I recognized the packaging

m, my eyes filling with tears. "They look so bitter, Harry." I was b

"I know, my love. But think of the ba

had wanted it mo

do to me, I numbly took the pills from his han