Betrayed By Love, Reborn in Vengeance

The biting cold was the last thing I felt, a numbing seeping into my bones as I lay dying in our remote mountain cabin.

My husband, Mark, had left me here to freeze and starve, locking the door and cutting the phone line, his eyes devoid of any love.

He did it for my groundbreaking eco-city designs, which he planned to steal and present as his own, aided by my own sister, Chloe.

I had confronted them, screaming and crying, showing them the printed evidence of their betrayal, but Mark merely looked at me with terrifying calmness.