Giselle felt as though her heart had been cruelly jabbed. In that raw moment, the chasm between them was glaringly clear.

It wasn't merely about the child. In his eyes, all of her efforts, her entire commitment, meant nothing.

He simply wanted her as a decorative vase by his side.

But Giselle was no vase, and she belonged to no man.

“Henry, I hope we can move past this and have a good relationship, especially since we are married,” she stated firmly.

Henry ...