Jobless? Nope, Just RuthlessBy year's end, I'd closed a huge deal and snagged a $2.5 million bonus. The company even sent me on early maternity leave—nice perk for being eight months pregnant.
Pauline found me lounging on the couch. "Why aren't you at work?"
I cracked a joke. "Got fired. Guess I'll be stuck here playing housewife."
Her response? A slap across my back.
"Then get off and do the laundry! You're having a girl, not a son, and you think you can sit around like some princess?"
My husband, Logan, walked in right then. He just pulled her into the nursery.
Feeling hurt, I switched on the hidden cameras I'd secretly installed. I thought maybe he'd defend me.
Yeah, no. What I uncovered?
It was so much worse. Twisted secret after twisted secret.