His Sterility. My Infertility. Our Miracle

Synopsis

That infertility diagnosis was like a shackle, holding me prisoner for seven long years. My ex-boyfriend, Henry Smith, left me because of it. My boss, Ruby Lynch, set me up with her son, who also couldn't have kids. She said coldly, "You two are a good fit." We were like two stones forced into a cold, empty marriage, only to silence the gossip. I thought that was how my life would play out. But four months later, the doctor pointed at the ultrasound screen, his hands shaking. "No way. You're actually pregnant. And it's twins." My contract husband, the man rumored to be cold as ice, pulled me into a crushing embrace, his eyes burning red. Turned out, the miracle of life was the beginning of love.