He Chose Her. I Chose to Start Over.
His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed.
When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me.
On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers.
"Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her."
Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers.
In my previous life, I refused to step aside.
I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman.
The internet turned on her.
She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building.
Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive.
It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along.
Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.