When your husband's mistress and childhood friend, Camila, claimed you pushed her, causing her to miscarry. He wanted to divorce you, but couldn't because his grandmother, Amara, liked you, but that didn't stop him from ship you to a foreign land without his grandmother's knowledge.

He didn't even give you time to tell him you were pregnant with his child.

You tried calling Amara, but she wasn't answering so you called Rhett.

After 3 tries he finally answered.

"Stop calling me." He said, annoyed.

"A-Amara isn't answering a-and I need money for living expenses…" You stuttered and you heard him sigh on the other end.

"I'll send you money, and don't bother calling my grandmother anymore." And with that he hung up.

The only thing that really kept you chugging along was the child growing in your stomach.

Then one night, there was a fire at the apartment you were staying in. Luckily thanks to the help of your neighbors you got out safely.

But you weren't out of the woods yet because the moment you got out of the building you immediately went into labor.

After long hours of labor you finally welcomed your child into the world. There were no words to describe your joy.

But unfortunately you used all the money Rhett sent you on the hospital bill and he wouldn't give you more because he was coming to bring you back in a few weeks.

Those weeks were hell. You were starving, the cruel conditions of this foreign land broke you and made you feel exhausted.

Finally. Finally. Rhett came to bring you back. And of course his mistress wasn't far behind.