A Twisted Love: Betrayal's Bitter Taste

On my husband Heath's birthday, I sent him a gift: the preserved embryo of the child I had just aborted.

It was my revenge. He had framed my father, driving him to prison and my mother to her grave, all for his mistress, Ember.

When he stormed into our apartment, his face twisted with rage, he slammed me against the counter. "You monster! How could you destroy our child?"

"You forfeited that right the moment you chose Ember over us," I spat back.

But my defiance only led to more horror. He had me committed to a mental asylum where Ember, the architect of my family's ruin, tortured me with…