His Maid, Not His Wife

Synopsis

In 1979, I was eighteen, newly orphaned, alone in the world. With nowhere else to turn, I headed north to join my fiancé, Nathan Goodman. In the base family housing, Nathan stood there in his military uniform, giving me a once-over, clearly unimpressed by my plain, country-style clothes. Then he turned to his lover, Yvonne Johnson, and said, "She's just a maid my folks brought in from our hometown." In my previous life, I pulled out our engagement ring and called Nathan out on his lie right then and there. Yvonne stormed out, shamed and seething. She married Nathan's arch-nemesis on impulse; he tortured her until she died. Nathan married me, but made my life a living hell. Seven pregnancies. Seven losses. The final blow came when the doctor said I'd never conceive again. Nathan's hand closed around my throat. He spat, "You killed Yvonne. You don't deserve to carry my baby." When the truth finally broke me, I plunged the scalpel into his chest and threw myself from the hospital's roof. The moment I woke up again, I heard Nathan, in his usual cold tone, telling Yvonne, "She's just a maid my folks brought in from our hometown." I forced myself to swallow the bitterness and nodded. I said, "That's right, I'm just the maid the Goodman family brought in." Nathan Goodman, in this lifetime, we were finished. No turning back.