I Was His Donna Until She Showed Up Pregnant
When I was three months pregnant, my Don husband’s so-called step sister, Ruby, showed up at my door.
Her swollen belly was impossible to miss, “Donna, since my due date is so close, I thought you should know… the Don’s heir is in my belly.”
She laid everything in front of me—intimate photos of her and Caleb, records of the weekly money transfers he sent her, even the deed to a mansion.
The earliest dates traced back to the time I lost our first baby, when the doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive again.
All these years, I had been enduring IVF treatments, desperately trying to carry our child once more—while he was fooling around with his so-called step sister.
Well, if Caleb wanted another woman so badly, he could have her.
I had no intention of staying anyway. I was already planning my leave.