For five years, Nathan was the perfect husband. Then his mother walked in with a newborn — a baby that looked exactly like him. The baby was his. His secret son. And the "fertility tea" he'd been pouring down my throat for months was never meant to give us a child. It was meant to kill me. I'm an only child. Once I'm dead, he inherits everything. He married me for my money. Now he's waiting for me to die. He has no idea who he's dealing with.