My husband, Brandon Perry, went bankrupt overnight and rushed me and our son to a deserted island, claiming we needed to hide from his creditors. I was worried about him, so I turned back halfway—only to find him throwing a party at home, with a beautiful woman in his arms. His buddy teased him, "You dumped your wife and kid on that godforsaken island. How are they supposed to survive out there?" He answered like it was nothing. "Lily's dog food factory shut down, so I had all that leftover stock repackaged and shipped to the island. Enough to last them a few years." Lily Shaw nestled against him with a simpering smile. "Honey, you're so good to me and our baby." She rubbed her belly—still too early to show. He traced a finger down her nose, his voice dripping with indulgence. "You're so helpless, and way too soft. If I don't take care of you, who will? For your sake, I had no choice but to ship that tigress off to the middle of nowhere. If she found out you were pregnant, she'd eat you alive. Once you've had the baby and it's at least two, I'll bring them back. By then it'll be a done deal. She can throw all the tantrums she wants." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Cold sweat drenched my entire body. Three years later, he actually called. "Babe, how are you and our son doing? I'm coming to get you." I glanced at the man beside me and smiled to myself. "We're doing great, actually. My new husband's been wonderful—to me and to your son."