The Husband Who Poisoned Our Love

After my tenth miscarriage in five years, I believed my body was broken. My husband, Barron, was my perfect, doting savior who had rebuilt my life after destroying my family's company.

Then, I overheard him on the phone.

He confessed to poisoning my tea every night, methodically murdering our ten children to repay a debt to his mistress. A life for each year she'd spent in prison for him.

My entire world wasn't just a lie-it was a gilded cage built by my family's destroyer.

He thought he left me to die in a fire. He was wrong. Now, with a new face, I'm back to burn his empire to the ground.