Eight months pregnant, my husband paid to have me shoved off the second-story landing. He watched my baby gasp for breath, signed the DNR, swapped him for his mistress's newborn, and sterilized me for good. I cracked his secret dual phone—locked with his mistress's birthday—and uncovered his 8-year con. At his "perfect husband" anniversary gala, I dropped all the damning evidence on the big screen. His facade shattered. And my revenge? Only just beginning.