Broken Canvas, Unbroken Spirit Rises

I had just sold my entire art collection, a massive sum that was supposed to be our new beginning. I couldn't wait to see the look on my husband Axel's face.

But when he walked through the door, he didn't see a successful artist. He saw a cheater.

"Who did you sleep with for that money?" he spat, his words fueled by his mother's poison.

His rage exploded. He tore my studio apart, shredding my life's work. Then he turned on me, kicking my pregnant belly until I miscarried our child on the floor of my ruined dreams.