Dead Wife Returned To Rule The Merchant Empire

Synopsis

I had given birth to my husband Philip Hayes's firstborn son, his heir. He wept tears of joy, holding me close and whispering, "My darling wife, my love." But as I lay there, spent and fading into sleep, a low murmur outside the door jolted me awake. It was Philip. He was speaking to the butler. "She's asleep. Take care of it. Get rid of the bastard and bring me Claire's child." The word "bastard" struck me like a knife to the chest. Every tender word. Every gentle touch. All of it was an act. A performance meant to lower my guard so he could swap our son for another woman's and have his own flesh and blood killed. I bit down so hard on my lip that I tasted blood, holding back the scream building in my throat. Clutching my baby to my chest, I slipped out through the window.