As my grandfather walked in after I gave birth, his first words were, “My dear, wasn’t the 250,000 I sent you every month enough?” My heart stopped. “Grandpa… what money?” I whispered. At that exact moment, my husband and mother-in-law burst in with arms full of luxury bags—and froze. Their faces drained of color. That’s when I realized something was terribly wrong…

walked in first with two glossy shopping bags hanging from one arm, and Vivian followed behind him carrying three more.

Their laughter entered the room a second before they did. It died the instant they saw Edward sitting beside my bed.

One of Vivian’s bags bore the unmistakable black-and-white logo of a designer brand I had only ever seen in magazine continue reading …