My husband called me barren. My best friend stole my marriage. And the baby I had buried in my heart is still very much alive.For four years I endured the Whitmore family's insults because I loved Richard Whitmore, the billionaire I called my husband. I swallowed their mean and harsh words,I hid my tears and prayed that one day I would give him the child we both wanted.Then on our fourth wedding anniversary, Richard tore my world apart.My best friend Vanessa stood beside him, her hand resting on her pregnant stomach. She claimed Richard was the father and demanded the place I had fought so hard to keep.Before I could get over the shock,Rechard was almost murdered and I was accused and arrested by the police for an attempted murder of my own husband.As I was being taken away Vanessa slipped a golden key into my hand. "Search his safe," she whispered.That key led me into a nightmare of hidden marriages, altered medical reports and secrets my husband had buried for years.My daughter who was said to have died at birth is very much alive. My supposedly dead father was keeping a dangerous secret. And Richard's first wife, Catherine,who was said to have died through a fire incident, is very much alive.But the biggest betrayal was when Richard admitted he knew our daughter did not actually die during birth.Why had he allowed me to mourn an empty coffin? Why was Alexander, his own cousin, threatening my child's life? And why did Vanessa lie about Rechard being the father of her baby?I felt if I could expose their lies, I would be free.Behind my daughter's picture was the man who had taken her from me.and when he told the truth about her real father I understood the most dangerous enemy was not the guy who had my daughter hostage.But the man I married... and the secret he would kill to keep hidden.