He Framed Me to Save His Mistress,Until I Exposed Everything on Live TV

Before the wedding could begin, the groom, Clive Sanchez, was hauled away for questioning. He'd raped his widowed sister-in-law.

I gathered up my wedding gown and rushed after him, desperate to explain, but he stopped me.

"I turned myself in."

"Jade's pregnant. Mom and Dad still hate her for running off with my brother, and they won't accept the child. Her family went to the police to force the Sanchezs' hand."

"I have to marry her. It's the only way to protect my brother's child, and to keep people from talking about them."

He took out the wedding ring and slid it onto my finger.

"You'll have to bear with being my mistress for a little while. Wait nineteen years for me. Once the child is grown, I'll come back to you."

He couldn't stand to see them whispered about, yet he could stand to see me branded the other woman.

Nineteen years. He said it as lightly as nineteen minutes.

"The wedding physical came back. You're pregnant. It's bad timing, so I've arranged the abortion. You'll go right after the ceremony."

The ache in my chest went cold all at once.

In that moment, I came fully awake.

The police car pulled away and disappeared. I worked the ring off my finger, dropped it on the ground, and ground my heel into it.

You thought you could bind me with this. Clive Sanchez, you think far too much of yourself.