The Forbidden Fertility Ritual
I was a private fertility specialist who handled the kind of cases no reputable clinic would touch.
During the day, I treated ordinary patients.
But once night fell, the sign outside my clinic flipped over, and my real clients arrived.
Wealthy wives with family secrets to protect. Women desperate to leave behind an heir for husbands who couldn’t father children themselves.
I thought I had seen every kind of unusual case until this one.
The client was a man who had just died.
And technically speaking, he was my twenty-seventh husband.