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549 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1980
What the press and fans didn't know that January [1925] morning was that I was pregnant. Not even my dear, sweet Henri knew that, and I didn't have the heart to tell him, for well-connected though he was, he had no money, and I couldn't let him take the responsibility for a decision I would have to make alone. What I knew was that if I had Henri's child in seven months, my career would be finished. The industry and the public would both reject me as a morally unsound character, unfit to represent them. In 1925, the Hays Office with its rigid censorship ruled Hollywood with an iron fist. Therefore, I took a single close friend into my confidence and with his help arranged to have a secret abortion the day after my marriage. The very idea horrified me, but I was convinced that I had no choice. I consoled myself with the fact that Henri and I were young and could therefore have other children. I already had two, a girl of my own and an adopted boy. . . . I stifled my fears and doubts and kept the dreaded appointment. . . . However, the doctor bungled the simple operation, and the next day I was unconscious with fever. Then for weeks I lay between life and death in a Paris hospital, having nightmares about the child I had killed, wishing I were dead myself. (pp. 3-5)